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On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's Right, In Peace And War, In Council And In Fight.

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On