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History Gives Us A Kind Of Chart, And We Dare Not Surrender Even A Small Rushlight In The Darkness. The Hasty Reformer Who Does Not Remember The Past Will Find Himself Condemned To Repeat It.

I Would Have Been Content With Any Job However Thankless, In Any Quarter However Remote, If I Had A Chance Of Making A Corner Of The Desert Blossom And The Solitary Place Glad.

You Think That A Wall As Solid As The Earth Separates Civilization From Barbarism. I Tell You The Division Is A Thread, A Sheet Of Glass. A Touch Here, A Push There, And You Bring Back The Reign Of Saturn.

You See Only The Productions Of Second-rate Folk Who Are In A Hurry To Get Wealth And Fame. The True Knowledge, The Deadly Knowledge, Is Still Kept Secret. But, Believe Me, My Friend, It Is There.

And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.