One May Not Reach The Dawn Save

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.

Now I Realize That The Trees Blossom In Spring And Bear Fruit In Summer Without Seeking Praise; And They Drop Their Leaves In Autumn And Become Naked In Winter Without Fearing Blame.

Said A Skunk To A Tube-rose, "see How Swiftly I Run, While You Cannot Walk Nor Even Creep." Said The Tube-rose To The Skunk, "oh, Most Noble Swift Runner, Please Run Swiftly!"

And Let It Direct Your Passion With Reason, That Your Passion May Livethrough Its Own Daily Resurrection, And Like The Phoenix Rise Above Its Own Ashes.