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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sym, Son of Joy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Joi, the rebel, he had a son<br>In far, far Gosh where the tall trees wave.<br>Said Joi: 'In Gosh there shall yet be one<br>To scorn this life of a self-made slave;<br>To spurn the law of the Knight, Sir Stodge,<br>And end the rule of the great King Splosh;<br>Who shall warn the Glugs of their crafty dodge,<br>And at last bring peace, sweet peace, to Gosh.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said he: 'Whenever the kind sun showers<br>His golden treasure on grateful flowers,<br>With upturned faces and hearts bowed low,<br>The Glugs shall know what the wild things know.'<br>Said he: 'Wherever the broad fields smile,<br>They shall walk with clean minds, free of guile;<br>They shall scoff aloud at the call of Greed,<br>And turn to their labours and never heed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Joi had a son, and his name was Sym;<br>And his eyes were wide as the eyes of Truth;<br>And there came to the wondering mind of him<br>Long thoughts of the riddle that vexes youth.<br>And, 'Father,' he said, 'in the mart's loud din<br>Is there aught of pleasure? Do some find joy?'<br>But his father tilted the beardless chin,<br>And looked in the eyes of the questing boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said he: 'Whenever the fields are green,<br>Lie still, where the wild rose fashions a screen,<br>While the brown thrush calls to his love-wise mate,<br>And know what they profit who trade with Hate.'<br>Said he: 'Whenever the great skies spread,<br>In the beckoning vastness overhead,<br>A tent for the blue wren building a nest,<br>Then, down in the heart of you, learn what's best.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there came to Sym as he walked afield<br>Deep thoughts of the world and the folk of Gosh.<br>He saw the idols to which they kneeled;<br>He marked them cringe to the name of Splosli.<br>Is it meet,' he asked, 'that a soul should crawl<br>To a purple robe or a gilded chair?'<br>But his father walked to the garden's wall<br>And stooped to a rose-bush flowering there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said he: 'Whenever a bursting bloom<br>Looks up to the sun, may a soul find room<br>For a measure of awe at the wondrous birth<br>Of one more treasure to this glad earth.'<br>Said he: 'Whenever a dewdropp clings<br>To a gossamer thread, and glitters and swings,<br>Deep in humility bow your head<br>To a thing for a blundering rnortal's dread.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there came to Sym in his later youth,<br>With the first clear glance in the face of guile,<br>Thirst for knowledge and thoughts of truth,<br>Of gilded baubles, and things worth while.<br>And he said, 'There is much that a Glug should know;<br>But his mind is clouded, his years are few.'<br>Then joi, the father, he answered low<br>As his thoughts ran back to the youth he knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said he: 'Whenever the West wind stirs,<br>And birds in feathers and beasts in furs<br>Steal out to dance in the glade, lie still:<br>Let your heart teach you what it will.'<br>Said he: 'Whenever the moonlight creeps<br>Thro' inlaced boughs, a'nd a shy star peeps<br>Adown from its crib in the cradling sky,<br>Know of their folly who fear to die.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New interest came to the mind of Sym,<br>As 'midst his fellows he lived and toiled.<br>But the ways of the Glug folk puzzled him;<br>For some won honour, while some were foiled;<br>Yet all were filled with a vague unrest<br>As they climbed their trees in an endless search.<br>But joi, the father, he mocked their quest,<br>When he marked a Glug on his hard-won perch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said he: 'Whenever these tales are heard<br>Of the Feasible Dog or the Guffer Bird,<br>Then laugh and laugh till the fat tears roll<br>To the roots of the joy-bush deep in your soul.<br>When you see them squat on the tree-tops high,<br>Scanning for ever that heedless sky,<br>Lie flat on your back on the good, green earth<br>And roar till the great vault echoes your mirth.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he walked in the city, to Sym there came<br>Sounds envenomed with fear and hate,<br>Shouts of anger and words of shame,<br>As Glug blamed Glug for his woeful state.<br>This blame?' said Sym, 'Is it mortal's right<br>To blame his fellow for aught he be?'<br>But the father said, 'Do we blame the night<br>When darkness gathers and none can see?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said he: 'Whenever there springs from earth<br>A plant all crooked and marred at birth,<br>Shall we, unlearned in the Gardener's scheme,<br>Blame plant or earth for the faults that seem?'<br>Said he: 'Whenever your wondering eyes<br>Look out on the glory of earth and skies,<br>Shall you, 'mid the blessing of fields a-bloom,<br>Fling blame at the blind man, prisoned in gloom?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Joi had a son, and his name was Sym;<br>Far from the ken of the great King Splosh.<br>And small was the Glugs' regard of him,<br>Mooning along in the streets of Gosh.<br>But many a creature by field and ford<br>Shared in the schooling of that strange boy,<br>Dreaming and planning to gather and hoard<br>Knowledge of all things precious to Joi.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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In far, far Gosh where the tall trees wave.
Said Joi: 'In Gosh there shall yet be one
To scorn this life of a self-made slave;
To spurn the law of the Knight, Sir Stodge,
And end the rule of the great King Splosh;
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