The royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to bani-sh care,
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
" 'Tis not by guilt, the onward sweep
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept—
"Our faults no tenderness should ask,
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
The room was hushed; in silence rose
Laugh and the world laughs with you * Where There's A Will * Reading And Writing * Death of Socrates * What is Good? * A Fool's Prayer * We Must Be Equal * There Is No Place Like Home * The Village Blacksmith * Intimations of Immortality *
Some would ask in a sneer upon coming here, "How much wisdom can one learn from a fool, or a blacksmith?" I would respond softly, speaking only from experience that: "I've learned more from a fool working on his knees than from a haughty professor's chilling breeze.
"I tell you, and it is true: There is no simple work, only those that will never recognize genius. You would laugh and think that ANYONE can dig a ditch, and yes, anyone can, but will it stand for centuries like those of the ohokum?
"I watched a simple soul for days and weeks before I understood it all and I treasure still that glorious skill that brought us precious water from spring until fall."
Children under the age of 13 MUST
permission from parents before they can
click on any of our links