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Now go hence and be happy at your work. But each one looked backward with greater anger at the archangel. Every day they make life harder and still harder for us angels! It lay at his door face downward and he was not mindful of it. One day there passed by his house a man from the city, a man of knowledge, and seeing the statue he inquired of the owner if he would sell it.

The statue was removed to the city, upon the back of and elephant. Only two silver pieces to look upon this most marvellous work of a master. And all that they said revealed but their discontent. Then the Angel of the Road passed by, and he laid his hand upon the shoulder of the two men.

And behold, a miracle: The two men had now exchanged their possessions. And they parted. But strange to relate, the Poet looked and found naught in his hand but dry moving sand; and the Stupid closed his eyes and felt naught but moving cloud in his heart.

But the dreams of your sleep belong neither to my wisdom nor to your imagination. My father would make of me a reproduction of himself; so also would my uncle. My mother would have me the image of her seafaring husband as the perfect example for me to follow. My brother thinks I should be like him, a fine athlete.

I find it more sane here. At least, I can be myself. Let us be quiet at night, and keep our songs in our hearts, even though the moon calls for our rhythm and the stars for our rhyme. At least, let us be silent for a night or two, or even for three nights. We shall see what your bountiful heart will bring forth. I was secure with sleep when the noise of the frogs was in my ear.

But something must have happened. They have not sung now for three nights; and I am almost maddened with sleeplessness. And I can see now that there is no need for us to cease our singing for the comfort of those who must needs fill their emptiness with noise.

And he desired to lay laws unto his subjects. He called upon one thousand wise men of one thousand different tribes to his capitol and lay down the laws.

And all this came to pass. But when the thousand laws written upon parchment were put before the king and he read them, he wept bitterly in his soul, for he had not known that there were one thousand forms of crime in his kingdom. Then he called his scribe, and with a smile upon his mouth he himself dictated laws. And his laws were but seven. And the one thousand wise men left him in anger and returned to their tribes with the laws they had laid down. And every tribe followed the laws of its wise men.

Therefore they have a thousand laws even to our own day. It is a great country, but it has one thousand prisons, and the prisons are full of women and men, breakers of a thousand laws. It is indeed a great country, but the people thereof are descendants of one thousand law-givers and of only one wise king.

It was but yesterday that she leaned thus upon my arm. It was but yesterday she sat close beside me. Yesterday she gazed thus upon me. Those very songs of love she murmured but yesterday into my ears. It was but yesterday that she embraced me. But leave your shoes here, and wear this other pair today, and come tomorrow for your own.

Upon this very street there is another cobbler who understands philosophers better than I do.

Go you to him for mending. It was built of large stones carried down from among the hills, on the backs of the mules of Antioch. In passing to and fro over it you are riding upon the backs of the mules of Antioch, builders of this bridge. Is he not a little mad? And yet until now it has been said that the bridge was builded by King Antiochus. There once stood on this field the great city of Zaad, and it was burnt down to ashes.

But now it is a good field, is it not? But once there was a monastery here, and it was destroyed by the people of the South Country. In the mid-afternoon they came to a wide river and there was no bridge to cross it.

They must needs swim, or seek another road unknown to them. After all, the river is not so wide. And one of the men who had always known rivers and the ways of rivers, in mid-stream suddenly began to lose himself; and to be carried away by the rushing waters; while the other who had never swum before crossed the river straight-way and stood upon the farther bank.

Then seeing his companion still wrestling with the stream, he threw himself again into the waters and brought him also safely to the shore. How then did you cross that river with such assurance?

It is the weight of this belt of gold that carried me across the river, to my wife and my children. And my wife and my children were upon my shoulders as I swam. My roots are also deep in the red earth. And the red earth gives you power to bestow upon me of your fruit, and the red earth teaches me to receive from you with thanksgiving. But the dog who had spoken to them continued barking for silence, the rest of the night.

And he was eloquent, and his fame was upon the land. Upon an evening three men came to his hermitage and he greeted them. Now come and give us of your riches, for we are in need. Take them if it is in your desire. I have neither gold nor silver. You fraud! You teach and preach that which you yourself do not perform. And there was one jug of ancient vintage kept for some occasion known only to himself. He would not know its value, nor would its aroma reach his nostrils.

And upon the day that he was buried the ancient jug was brought out together with other jugs of wine, and it was shared by the peasants of the neighbourhood. And none knew its great age. To them, all that is poured into a cup is only wine. It is an invocation to Zeus the Supreme. Come, let us sit in the shade of that white cypress.

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And it was a long poem. It will live through the ages, and in it you shall be glorified. Only eight lines in remembrance of a child playing in a garden.

And now after two thousand years the eight lines of the one poet are read in every tongue, and are loved and cherished. And though the other poem has indeed come down through the ages in libraries and in the cells of scholars, and though it is remembered, it is neither loved nor read. She is an old witch. Lady Ruth is a beautiful woman who lives there consecrated unto her dreams.

Lady Ruth is the holder of this vast land, and she draws blood from her serfs. But Lady Ruth died eighty years ago, and now the house is empty.

The owls hoot therein, sometimes, and people say the place is haunted. The poet was distant and the peasant was shy, yet they conversed. A mouse was caught in a trap, and while he was happily eating the cheese that lay therein, a cat stood by. The mouse trembled awhile, but he knew he was safe within the trap. But what of you? They tell me you have nine lives. And we shall die nine times, nine times shall we die.

Perhaps it were better to have but one life, caught in a trap -- the life of a peasant with a bit of cheese for the last meal. And yet, are we not kin unto the lions of the desert and the jungle?

And I cursed them both in my heart, for of all the world I loved but my daughter. It was my curse that destroyed them. But there was a tone of bragging in his words, and it seems that he is still proud of the power of his curse. You are welcome. Then the man bethought him, and one autumn he placed no pomegranates on silvery trays outside of his dwelling, but he raised this sign in large lettering: Do they not live with us and follow us wherever we go?

It seems that the caravans had but just brought these things to our city. And now behold me, in rags, yet the wife of a rich man. I would have some of those beautiful things. You would deny me everything of beauty and loveliness, while other women of my age walk the gardens of the city clothed in rich raiment. Now, it changed that the young woman fell in love with a youth whose habit it was to make long journeys.

And whenever he was away she would sit in her casement and weep. I have found writings which tell of that fountain flowering toward the sun. And you, what are you seeking? Now while the two philosophers were loud upon the wind, a stranger, a man who was deemed a simpleton in his own village, passed by, and when he heard the two in hot dispute, he stood awhile and listened to their argument. One of you is seeks the fountain of youth, and the other seeks the mystery of death.

Yet indeed they are but one, and as they dwell in you both. The two philosophers looked at each other in silence for a moment, and then they laughed also.

You are too vulgar and ungracious to be my mate. That sceptre was fashioned by the greatest artist of the land. Some day you and the queen shall be forgotten, but this sceptre shall be kept, a thing of beauty from generation to generation.

And the boy died of a fever whilst the physician stood by. It is a thing infinitely small that visits the body, and we cannot see it with the human eye. We cannot see it with our human eye. I would see God that I may tear my bosom before Him, and pour the blood of my heart at His feet.

Tell me where I shall find Him. He is not to be seen with our human eye.

Then what are we? What are we? They had met before. The man was a poet, and as he sat beside the woman he sought to amuse her with stories, some that were of his own weaving, and some that were not his own.

But even while he was speaking the lady went to sleep. Look skyward. There is a tree that moves in the wind to the east and to the west, between the sun and the earth.

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And what care I? All of a sudden two other sparrows came sailing from the sky, and they sat quietly beside the restless two. And there was calm, and there was peace. Then the four flew away together in pairs. And if the upper air makes peace it seems to me that those who dwell in the lower might make peace also. Will you not wave in the wind a little nearer to me? I am a man and I love you. There lives a man who has long divorced the world.

He seeks but after God, and naught else upon this earth. And it may it not well be that one good man by his absence does better than the seeming goodness of these many men? The wheel of the mill was broken, and the master farmer who used to conduct me from my channel to his plants, is dead. I struggled down oozing with the filth of laziness in the sun. But how was your path, my brother? I came down the hills among fragrant flowers and shy willows; men and women drank of me with silvery cups, and little children paddled their rosy feet at my edges, and there was laughter all about me, and there were sweet songs.

What a pity that your path was not so happy. Come in, come in, speak no more. The statue was removed to the city, upon the back of and elephant. Only two silver pieces to look upon this most marvellous work of a master.

And all that they said revealed but their discontent. Then the Angel of the Road passed by, and he laid his hand upon the shoulder of the two men. And behold, a miracle: The two men had now exchanged their possessions. And they parted. But strange to relate, the Poet looked and found naught in his hand but dry moving sand; and the Stupid closed his eyes and felt naught but moving cloud in his heart.

But the dreams of your sleep belong neither to my wisdom nor to your imagination. My father would make of me a reproduction of himself; so also would my uncle. My mother would have me the image of her seafaring husband as the perfect example for me to follow.

My brother thinks I should be like him, a fine athlete. I find it more sane here. At least, I can be myself. Let us be quiet at night, and keep our songs in our hearts, even though the moon calls for our rhythm and the stars for our rhyme. At least, let us be silent for a night or two, or even for three nights. We shall see what your bountiful heart will bring forth. I was secure with sleep when the noise of the frogs was in my ear. But something must have happened.

They have not sung now for three nights; and I am almost maddened with sleeplessness. And I can see now that there is no need for us to cease our singing for the comfort of those who must needs fill their emptiness with noise. And he desired to lay laws unto his subjects. He called upon one thousand wise men of one thousand different tribes to his capitol and lay down the laws. And all this came to pass. But when the thousand laws written upon parchment were put before the king and he read them, he wept bitterly in his soul, for he had not known that there were one thousand forms of crime in his kingdom.

Then he called his scribe, and with a smile upon his mouth he himself dictated laws. And his laws were but seven. And the one thousand wise men left him in anger and returned to their tribes with the laws they had laid down.

And every tribe followed the laws of its wise men. Therefore they have a thousand laws even to our own day. It is a great country, but it has one thousand prisons, and the prisons are full of women and men, breakers of a thousand laws. It is indeed a great country, but the people thereof are descendants of one thousand law-givers and of only one wise king.

It was but yesterday that she leaned thus upon my arm. It was but yesterday she sat close beside me. Yesterday she gazed thus upon me. Those very songs of love she murmured but yesterday into my ears. It was but yesterday that she embraced me.

But leave your shoes here, and wear this other pair today, and come tomorrow for your own. Upon this very street there is another cobbler who understands philosophers better than I do. Go you to him for mending. It was built of large stones carried down from among the hills, on the backs of the mules of Antioch. In passing to and fro over it you are riding upon the backs of the mules of Antioch, builders of this bridge. Is he not a little mad? And yet until now it has been said that the bridge was builded by King Antiochus.

There once stood on this field the great city of Zaad, and it was burnt down to ashes.

But now it is a good field, is it not? But once there was a monastery here, and it was destroyed by the people of the South Country. In the mid-afternoon they came to a wide river and there was no bridge to cross it. They must needs swim, or seek another road unknown to them. After all, the river is not so wide.

And one of the men who had always known rivers and the ways of rivers, in mid-stream suddenly began to lose himself; and to be carried away by the rushing waters; while the other who had never swum before crossed the river straight-way and stood upon the farther bank.

Then seeing his companion still wrestling with the stream, he threw himself again into the waters and brought him also safely to the shore. How then did you cross that river with such assurance?

It is the weight of this belt of gold that carried me across the river, to my wife and my children. And my wife and my children were upon my shoulders as I swam. My roots are also deep in the red earth. And the red earth gives you power to bestow upon me of your fruit, and the red earth teaches me to receive from you with thanksgiving.

But the dog who had spoken to them continued barking for silence, the rest of the night. And he was eloquent, and his fame was upon the land. Upon an evening three men came to his hermitage and he greeted them. Now come and give us of your riches, for we are in need. Take them if it is in your desire. I have neither gold nor silver.

You fraud! You teach and preach that which you yourself do not perform. And there was one jug of ancient vintage kept for some occasion known only to himself. He would not know its value, nor would its aroma reach his nostrils. And upon the day that he was buried the ancient jug was brought out together with other jugs of wine, and it was shared by the peasants of the neighbourhood.

And none knew its great age. To them, all that is poured into a cup is only wine. It is an invocation to Zeus the Supreme.

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Come, let us sit in the shade of that white cypress. And it was a long poem. It will live through the ages, and in it you shall be glorified.

Only eight lines in remembrance of a child playing in a garden. And now after two thousand years the eight lines of the one poet are read in every tongue, and are loved and cherished. And though the other poem has indeed come down through the ages in libraries and in the cells of scholars, and though it is remembered, it is neither loved nor read. She is an old witch. Lady Ruth is a beautiful woman who lives there consecrated unto her dreams. Lady Ruth is the holder of this vast land, and she draws blood from her serfs.

But Lady Ruth died eighty years ago, and now the house is empty. The owls hoot therein, sometimes, and people say the place is haunted. The poet was distant and the peasant was shy, yet they conversed. A mouse was caught in a trap, and while he was happily eating the cheese that lay therein, a cat stood by. The mouse trembled awhile, but he knew he was safe within the trap.

But what of you? They tell me you have nine lives. And we shall die nine times, nine times shall we die. Perhaps it were better to have but one life, caught in a trap -- the life of a peasant with a bit of cheese for the last meal.

And yet, are we not kin unto the lions of the desert and the jungle? And I cursed them both in my heart, for of all the world I loved but my daughter. It was my curse that destroyed them. But there was a tone of bragging in his words, and it seems that he is still proud of the power of his curse. You are welcome. Do they not live with us and follow us wherever we go?

It seems that the caravans had but just brought these things to our city. And now behold me, in rags, yet the wife of a rich man. I would have some of those beautiful things.

You would deny me everything of beauty and loveliness, while other women of my age walk the gardens of the city clothed in rich raiment. Now, it changed that the young woman fell in love with a youth whose habit it was to make long journeys.

And whenever he was away she would sit in her casement and weep. I have found writings which tell of that fountain flowering toward the sun. And you, what are you seeking?

Now while the two philosophers were loud upon the wind, a stranger, a man who was deemed a simpleton in his own village, passed by, and when he heard the two in hot dispute, he stood awhile and listened to their argument. One of you is seeks the fountain of youth, and the other seeks the mystery of death. Yet indeed they are but one, and as they dwell in you both. The two philosophers looked at each other in silence for a moment, and then they laughed also.

You are too vulgar and ungracious to be my mate. That sceptre was fashioned by the greatest artist of the land. Some day you and the queen shall be forgotten, but this sceptre shall be kept, a thing of beauty from generation to generation.

And the boy died of a fever whilst the physician stood by. It is a thing infinitely small that visits the body, and we cannot see it with the human eye. We cannot see it with our human eye. I would see God that I may tear my bosom before Him, and pour the blood of my heart at His feet. Tell me where I shall find Him. He is not to be seen with our human eye. Then what are we? What are we? They had met before.

The man was a poet, and as he sat beside the woman he sought to amuse her with stories, some that were of his own weaving, and some that were not his own. But even while he was speaking the lady went to sleep. Look skyward. There is a tree that moves in the wind to the east and to the west, between the sun and the earth.

And what care I? All of a sudden two other sparrows came sailing from the sky, and they sat quietly beside the restless two. And there was calm, and there was peace. Then the four flew away together in pairs. And if the upper air makes peace it seems to me that those who dwell in the lower might make peace also.

Will you not wave in the wind a little nearer to me? I am a man and I love you. There lives a man who has long divorced the world. He seeks but after God, and naught else upon this earth. And it may it not well be that one good man by his absence does better than the seeming goodness of these many men?

The wheel of the mill was broken, and the master farmer who used to conduct me from my channel to his plants, is dead. I struggled down oozing with the filth of laziness in the sun. But how was your path, my brother? I came down the hills among fragrant flowers and shy willows; men and women drank of me with silvery cups, and little children paddled their rosy feet at my edges, and there was laughter all about me, and there were sweet songs.

What a pity that your path was not so happy. Come in, come in, speak no more. Be with me now. We are going to the sea.

Come in, come in, for in me you shall forget you wanderings, sad or gay. Come in, come in.There is a tree that moves in the wind to the east and to the west, between the sun and the earth. And how is it that you command all the elements in your rhythms and your rhymes?

Tell me, what is your disagreement? Come in, come in, for in me you shall forget you wanderings, sad or gay. At least, let us be silent for a night or two, or even for three nights. You are a beautiful thought, a thing too apart to hold in the hand, and a song in my dreaming. It is an invocation to Zeus the Supreme.

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