|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Complete Angler by Izaak Walton:
As all, that hear, may know
They need not fear
To tune their hearts unto his tongue, and say
Amen; not doubt they were betray'd
To blaspheme, when they meant to have pray'd.
Devotion will add life unto the letter:
And why should not
That, which authority
Prescribes, esteemed be
Advantage got ?
If th' prayer be good, the commoner the better,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine:
week that the mystery of your disappearance was solved."
"Then why didn't he come himself? It was to save his little girl
I got myself into this place. If I had been in his shoes I would
have come if I'd had to crawl on my hands and knees."
"He doesn't know yet you are here. I wrote him simply that I knew
where you were, and then I came at once." Bucky glanced round
warily at the fat colonel gazing placidly out of the barred
window. "I mean to rescue you, and I knew if he were here his
impulsiveness would ruin everything."
"Do you mean it? For God's sake! don't lie to me. If there's no
hope for me, don't say there is." The prisoner's voice shook and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln:
Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth
upon this continent a new nation: conceived in liberty, and
dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war. . .testing whether
that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated. . .
can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war.
We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place
for those who here gave their lives that this nation might live.
It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate. . .we cannot consecrate. . .
we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead,