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Goretti Publications

On Virtue

Donald P. Goodman III

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In the still of the night shining glor'ous and bright, can the moon round and white give us light by its sheen; when it's full it is clear and repels the night's fear; e'en when new it enlightens, though 't cannot be seen.
By its light we can see, wild with cricket and bee, the wide meadow and free, fill'd with living and death; in the meadow so green our last ending is seen; on that sight do we lean and in joy draw our breath.
But the white light is cold, and the meadow grows old; though they both excel gold, we still need something more; so the heat of the flame gives its life to the same, such that with it we're wealthy, without it we're poor.