| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: Who really knows the happiness and peace of being free.
The miseries of earth are here and with them all must cope.
Who seeks for joy, through hedges thick of care and pain must grope.
Through disappointment man must go to value pleasure's thrill;
To really know the joy of health a man must first be ill.
The wrongs are here for man to right, and happiness is had
By striving to supplant with good the evil and the bad.
The joy of life is living it and doing things of worth,
In making bright and fruitful all the barren spots of earth.
In facing odds and mastering them and rising from defeat,
And making true what once was false, and what was bitter, sweet.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: Inspire thy mind to make thy challenge good!"
He spoke no more; but hasten'd, void of fear,
And threaten'd with his long protended spear.
To whom Mezentius thus: "Thy vaunts are vain.
My Lausus lies extended on the plain:
He's lost! thy conquest is already won;
The wretched sire is murther'd in the son.
Nor fate I fear, but all the gods defy.
Forbear thy threats: my bus'ness is to die;
But first receive this parting legacy."
He said; and straight a whirling dart he sent;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: "Isn't it done?" he cried, his blue eyes staring at her
in indignation. "Then I'm goin' be-out it."
"You'll do nothing of the sort. It will be done in five minutes.
It is only half-past twelve."
"They'll be beginnin'," the boy half cried, half shouted.
"You won't die if they do," said the mother. "Besides, it's
only half-past twelve, so you've a full hour."
The lad began hastily to lay the table, and directly the three
sat down. They were eating batter-pudding and jam, when the boy
jumped off his chair and stood perfectly stiff. Some distance
away could be heard the first small braying of a merry-go-round,
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