THAT BREATH
Burn! Burn! Burn!
The darkness of the soul with the fireball of knowledge.
Rage! Rage! Rage!
Against the ignorance of the tendency to change into a set mind.
Rise! Rise! Rise!
Above the urge to chain the spirit with dogmas for the sake of order.
Love! Love! Love!
Into That Breath...
As to vindicate the meaning of thoughts, feelings, and deeds
In the last exhale.
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.
