Where is all the rich magnificence
That tender children know and sense;
That drifts our atmospheric thought
Beyond the jostle of our social knot?

Where is the gifted deep intelligence
That daily leaps our cobbled sense;
Where piercing probes of quickest wit
Can lance the gripping past, be done of it?

Where is the blanket of community
That o'er the womb of opportunity
Our loitered deeds do sprout and climb
To strengthen hearts that brave through time? 

Where are these coasts of ocean's rhyme,
That soothe these dusts that fall in time
That pound remembrance to the heart
To build our peace, our poise in every part?

 © 1982, 2002 Brian Hayes

"There lies before us if we choose, continual progress in happiness,
knowledge and wisdom. Shall we, instead, choose death, because we cannot
forget our quarrels?  We appeal, as human beings to human beings:
Remember your humanity and forget the rest." Bertrand Russel