| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: inwards beholds himself.
They saw its past, its childhood, the tiny life with the dew upon it; they
saw its youth when the dew was melting, and the creature raised its
Lilliputian mouth to drink from a cup too large for it, and they saw how
the water spilt; they saw its hopes that were never realized; they saw its
hours of intellectual blindness, men call sin; they saw its hours of all-
radiating insight, which men call righteousness; they saw its hour of
strength, when it leaped to its feet crying, "I am omnipotent;" its hour of
weakness, when it fell to the earth and grasped dust only; they saw what it
might have been, but never would be.
The man bent forward.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: You died and I buried you deep under forests
of snow.
Why have you come hither? Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the
deep?
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred
green garlands of leaves?
Would you scare the white, nested, wild
pigeons of joy from my eaves?
Would you touch and defile with dead fingers
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: smiled sadly at him. "You're my foreman, to-day, you know."
"I'm going to do my level best, y'u may tie to that," he told her
earnestly.
"I know you will." And their fingers touched for an instant.
Through a window the girl could see a crowd pouring down the
street toward the hotel. She flew up the stairs and out upon the
second-story piazza that looked down upon the road.
From her point of vantage she easily picked them out--the two
unarmed men riding with their hands tied behind their backs,
encircled by a dozen riders armed to the teeth. Bannister's hat
had apparently fallen off farther down the street, for the man
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