| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep."
"What! is he not solid gold?" said the Swallow to himself. He was
too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.
"Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far away
in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is
open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face
is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the
needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-
flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of-
honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of
the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: of Campsie. May ill luck light upon the day." And the maiden
answered, "It was on St. Bridget's morn, and twelve harvests
before this time, that the fishermen of Campsie drew in their
nets neither grilse nor salmon, but an infant half dead, who hath
since lived in misery, and must die, unless she is now aided."
And the Lady answered, "Blessed be Saint Bridget and her morn,
for these are the dark eyes and the falcon look of my slain lord;
and thine shall be the inheritance of his widow." And she called
for her waiting attendants, and she bade them clothe that maiden
in silk, and in samite; and the pearls which they wove among her
black tresses, were whiter than the frozen hail-drops.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: And make soul-music when we were together;
And we were never apart, from the moment
My eyes flashed into her eyes the message
That swept itself in a quivering answer
Back through my strange lost being. My pulses
Leapt with an aching speed; and the measure
Of this great world grew small and smaller,
Till it seemed the sky and the land and the ocean
Closed at last in a mist all golden
Around us two. And we stood for a season
Like gods outflung from chaos, dreaming
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