Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.
Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.
I have sat here happy in the gardens, Watching the still pool and the reeds And the dark clouds.... But though I greatly delight In these and the water lilies, That which sets me nighest to weeping Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flagstones, And the pale yellow grasses Among them.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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