Three Were The Fates. Poverty

There Is A Destiny Which Makes Us Brothers; None Goes His Way Alone. All That We Send Into The Lives Of Others Comes Back Into Our Own.

Here Is The Truth In A Little Creed, Enough For All The Roads We Go: In Love Is All The Law We Need, In Christ Is All The God We Know.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.

Yes, Take A Little Time To Play And Look At Life The Other Way. God Rested When The World Was Made: Rest Now, Old Friend; Be Not Afraid. But Think Not That Your Work Is Over, That You Are Now A Foot-free Rover, A Rambler Upon Idle Ways, Whittling Away The Golden Days. For In The Road Climb To The Goal There's No Long Furlough For A Soul. There's No Long Pause: On Every Height Another Summit Swims In Sight. The Long Road Rises, Scene By Scene, With Little Restings In Between.

In Vain We Build The City If We Do Not First Build The Man.