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
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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."