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date: 1920-04-15

names-on-the-page: Mr. Dunipace

transcription: April 15, 1920 - Page 2

To learn. He who learns smites.
He may not take from, save
That he wound. Either he spendeth
His own substance or cajoles
With the day, cunningly ad ensnareth folly.

To learn. To see wisdom
And encompass her with understanding.
How short the word, learn!
A man may utter it cunningly
Upon his tongue, yet what doth he buy?
Many a man hath sayed he learned
When he was casting discuss
At gaming with a fool!
To learn. He who learns
Taketh within his own substance
A stuff intangible, whereby he
Is reflected. He who learns, builds,
And the building is not in the material
With which he constructs. Nay,
'Tis the power beneath his fingers' tips
And is enticed to action by the smiting
Of man 'gainst that impregnable wall
At which mankind hath beat since
The dawn of the first day
And hath called it wisdom.

Mr. Dunipace did not show his copy, so he is the only one that knows
how he came out. Patience followed with this poem:

-Yesterday and Today

A seared leaf.
A sheaf of withering blooms.
An aged moon besplotched.
A dried streamlet. An old echo
Mayhap a flashed song streaking.
Turmoils; the crash, the din,
The team of man's procedure.
Yesterday.

Between me and yesterday a tenuous
Curtain of black, a sun, clouds flitting,
The dart of a songster wheeling
The sky. The pulse of action.
Today.

Con'd

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