I asked the rock beside the road what joy
existence lent.
It answered, ‘For a million years my heart has been
content.’
I asked the truffle-seeking swine, as rooting
by he went,
‘What is the keynote of your life?’ He grunted
out, ‘Content.’
I asked a slave, who toiled and sung, just what
his singing meant.
He plodded on his changeless way, and said, ‘I am
content.’
I asked a plutocrat of greed, on what his
thoughts were bent.
He chinked the silver in his purse, and said, ‘I am
content.’
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83I asked the mighty forest tree from whence its force was
sent.
Its thousand branches spoke as one, and said, ‘From
discontent.’
I asked the message speeding on, by what great
law was rent
God’s secret from the waves of space. It said,
‘From discontent.’
I asked the marble, where the works of God and
man were blent,
What brought the statue from the block. It answered,
‘Discontent.’
I asked an Angel, looking down on earth with
gaze intent,
How man should rise to larger growth. Quoth he,
‘Through discontent.’
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