| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tour Through Eastern Counties of England by Daniel Defoe: rebuilt the house, the church, and the town also, and very much
added to the wealth of the abbot and his fraternity, offering his
crown at the feet of St. Edmund, giving the house to the monks,
town and all; so that they were absolute lords of the town, and
governed it by their steward for many ages. He also gave them a
great many good lordships, which they enjoyed till the general
suppression of abbeys, in the time of Henry VIII.
But I am neither writing the history or searching the antiquity of
the abbey, or town; my business is the present state of the place.
The abbey is demolished; its ruins are all that is to be seen of
its glory: out of the old building, two very beautiful churches are
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXVI
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: chieftain got up:
"White Eyes hears the rumbling thunder in his ears. The smoke blows from his
eyes. White Eyes is the oldest chief of the Lenni-Lenape. His days are many;
they are full; they draw near the evening of his life; he rejoices that wisdom
is come before his sun is set.
"White Eyes believes the young White Father. The ways of the Great Spirit are
many as the fluttering leaves; they are strange and secret as the flight of a
loon; White Eyes believes the redman's happy hunting grounds need not be
forgotten to love the palefaces' God. As a young brave pants and puzzles over
his first trail, so the grown warrior feels in his understanding of his God.
He gropes blindly through dark ravines.
The Spirit of the Border |
