Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.Moscow.dial.rol.ru)
Date: 02-06-06 14:31
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Tis done. We have become a nation.
Benjamin Rush, on the ratification of the Constitution, letter to Boudinot, July 9, 1788
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
Sometimes if you want to see a change for the better, you have to take
things into your own hands.
It's silly talking about how many years we will have to spend in the
jungles of Vietnam when we could pave the whole country and put parking
stripes on it and still be home by Christmas.