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# Songs, Legends, and Ballads/The Rainbow's Treasure

SONGS, LEGENDS, AND BALLADS.
THE RAINBOW'S TREASURE.
WHERE the foot of the rainbow meets the field,
And the grass resplendent glows,
The earth will a precious treasure yield,
So the olden story goes.
In a crystal cup are the diamonds piled
For him who can swiftly chase
Over torrent and desert and precipice wild,
To the rainbow's wandering base.
There were two in the field at work, one day,
Two brothers, who blithely sung,
When across their valley's deep-winding way
The glorious arch was flung!
And one saw naught but a sign of rain,
And feared for his sheaves unbound;
And one is away, over mountain and plain,
Till the mystical treasure is found!
Through forest and stream, in a blissful dream.
The rainbow lured him on;
With a siren's guile it loitered awhile,
Then leagues away was gone.
Over brake and brier he followed fleet;
The people scoffed as he passed;
But in thirst and heat, and with wounded feet,
He nears the prize at last.
It is closer and closer—he wins the race—
One strain for the goal in sight:
Its radiance falls on his yearning face—
The blended colors unite!
He laves his brow in the iris beam—
He reaches——Ah woe! the sound
From the misty gulf where he ends his dream,
And the crystal cup is found!
'Tis the old, old story: one man will read
His lesson of toil in the sky;
While another is blind to the present need,
But sees with the spirit's eye.
You may grind their souls in the self-same mill,
You may bind them, heart and brow;
But the poet will follow the rainbow still,
And his brother will follow the plough.
# Ruthenberg v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
245 U.S. 480
Ruthenberg v. United States
Argued: Dec. 13 and 14, 1917. --- Decided: Jan 14, 1918
Mr. Joseph W. Sharts, of Dayton, Ohio, for plaintiffs in error.
Mr. Solicitor General Davis, of Washington, D. C., for the United States.
Mr. Chief Justice WHITE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Roth v. Ehman

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United States Supreme Court
107 U.S. 319
Roth v. Ehman
C. M. Harris, for plaintiff in error.
Julius Rosenthal and A. M. Pence, for defendant in error.
WAITE, C. J.

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# Rothensies v. Electric Storage Battery Company

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United States Supreme Court
329 U.S. 296
Rothensies v. Electric Storage Battery Company
Argued: Nov. 15-18, 1946. --- Decided: Dec 16, 1946
Mr.Arnold Raum, of Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Mr. Laurence H. Eldredge, of Philadelphia, Pa., for respondent.
Mr. Justice JACKSON, delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Roth v. Ehman/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
107 U.S. 319
Roth v. Ehman
The only question is this case controverted below was whether Madelaine Roth, the plaintiff in error, was the widow of John George Roth, deceased, and that depended entirely on the validity of the decree of the royal matrimonial court of Elwangen, in the kingdom of Wurtemburg, annulling the marriage of the parties. The supreme court of Illinois decided in favor of the validity of the Wurtemburg decree, and consequently that the plaintiff in error was not the widow of the decedent and not entitled to dower in his estate, or to inheritance under the laws of Illinois. This presents no question of which we can take cognizance under section 709 of the Revised Statutes. No right, title, privilege, or immunity which could be claimed under the authority of the United States was involved, and the validity of no treaty or statute of, or any authority exercised under, the United States was drawn in question. Neither was there any statute or authority of the state relied on which was in conflict with the constitution, treaties, or laws of the United States.
The motion to dismiss for want of jurisdiction is granted.

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# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Though Bound to Earth

THOUGH BOUND TO EARTH.
Though we are bound to earth by many ties, And all along the roads whereby we came A thousand tongues to listening hearts proclaim Our kinship with the world that round us lies; Though sunlit fields and woods and arching skies, And flowers that break in shafts of living flame, Constrain with beauty all our quickened frame, Breathing love's messages in sweetest guise;
Yet deeper than all rapture earth may bring Is that fine sense whereby we are aware Of something in ourselves that does not spring From life without or in its fullness share, But like a captive bird with quivering wing Strains ever to its native, purer air.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Thy Part

THY PART.
To love and to be loved again Was all she ever asked or sought, To know a mother's joy and pain And be into life's fabric wrought; Her simple faith was satisfied With what she felt and understood, To walk in sunny ways she tried, Believing, practising the good.
To others' need and use she brought, With constant and unconscious grace, The best she had, her only thought To be of service in her place. The leisured, laughing, careless throng By her unheeded went their way, But in her eyes a silent song Grew ever deeper day by day.
Hast thou done reverence in thy heart To such as she, who serve and wait— Been mindful in thy place and part That self-forgetful souls grow great? Hast thou her narrower portion made By sympathy more large and sweet? Or ever branch of laurel laid At her unconscious, tireless feet?
Hast thou not eaten of her bread And hurried forth forgetfully? Or stood, perchance, with unbared head And smiled at her simplicity? Nay, brother, she who in her soul Has kept the altar-fires alight May all unconscious touch the goal And outrank thee in Heaven's sight.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/To a Bluebell

TO A BLUEBELL.
I watch thy little bells of blue, So delicate of form and hue, And when I see them swing and sway I listen for the chimes to play; But dull has grown the mortal ear, And I can never, never hear The dainty tunes, but only guess Their music from thy loveliness.
Dost thou announce the day new-born, And ring the changes of the morn, And summon for an early mass The little peoples of the grass, That they may give fresh meed of praise For sun and rain and summer days? Dost thou the moon's late rising tell, And sound at eve a curfew bell?
When drowsy bees go loitering, And butterflies are on the wing, Dost beat the merry music out, And swell the rhythm of the rout? Dost ever some faint message sound For all the wee folk of the ground, Of those far mysteries that lie Beyond their ken in earth and sky?
Keep thou thy silence, fairy bell, Thou art no less a miracle; No less a rapture thou dost bring Because we cannot hear thee ring; For they who give attentive ear Must catch thy silvery cadence clear, And know a joy no language tells, When in the heart there sings and swells The music of thy magic bells.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Voices of the Storm

VOICES OF THE STORM.
Where sweeps the broad St. Lawrence I stood one windy day, Upon a rocky islet That faced the open bay, And watched the breakers leaping In towers of snow-white spray.
Like some invading army Upon the rocks they bore, With clamor and confusion, And vast tumultuous roar; Their mists, like smoke of battle, Rolled white along the shore.
Upon my brow in baptism Cold, stinging drops were flung, And in my ears, like music, The storm's wild chant was rung— The chorus of the waters, That knew nor speech nor tongue.
An elemental passion Was in the stress and sweep, And all at once responsive I felt my pulses leap; There seemed a subtle kinship Betwixt me and the deep.
I shared its wild commotion, The springs of its unrest, The secret of its tumult Lay hidden in my breast, And in my heart a nameless Wild exultation pressed.
Long past the day! Still often Its mood will o'er me fall; Again I hear those distant Storm-voices call and call, And know this busy getting And spending is not all.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/When Thou Art Distant

WHEN THOU ART DISTANT.
When thou art distant, then art thou most near, For though in thy dear presence I am fain With my great joy forever to remain, Yet when thou art no longer with me here, The sum of thee, like music fine and clear, Steals in upon my being till I gain So close a sense of thee that I attain A new relationship divinely dear.
'Tis in the silent hour we most discern The face of our beloved, and realize The deeps of our own heart; 'tis when we yearn With unspent passion that the spirit-eyes Unclose to Heavenly vision, and we learn Those narrow ways that lead to Paradise.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Vanished Years

VANISHED YEARS.
She sitteth in the sunshine, old and gray, Her faded kerchief crossed upon her breast, Her withered form in sober colors dressed, Her eyes deep-sunken in far memory; She scarcely sees the children at their play, But looks beyond them to the crimsoning west— And still beyond, where everlasting rest Remains to close and crown her little day.
But on her tranquil and unconscious face, In lines engraved by joy no less than tears, The story of her pilgrimage we trace, For Youth, quick-flying, left his dearer part, And all the fragrance of the vanished years. Imperishable, lies within her heart.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/When Orchards Bloom

WHEN ORCHARDS BLOOM.
Now come the days when orchards bloom, And lilacs are unfolding, And Nature from the winter's tomb Fresh loveliness is moulding, When in the woods there rise anew Anemone and meadow-rue, And everywhere the violets blue High carnival are holding.
When, touched by changing sun and shower, The chestnut buds are filling, And purple hyacinths each hour Fresh fragrance are distilling, When here and there enchanting notes Come ringing from impassioned throats, And flash of blue or scarlet coats Sets all one's pulses thrilling.
And what of thee, O sullen heart— Still busy with thy grieving? Hast thou no little leaves to start, Thy barrenness retrieving? Nay, leave thy chamber, come abroad, See how the apathetic clod Awakens at the touch of God, Spring's sacrament receiving.
Wilt thou not answer to the call, Thy selfish grief forsaking, And trust the Love behind it all, Life's promises partaking? The frailest little flower that blows A higher dream of Heaven knows Than he who dully grieving goes When round him Spring is breaking.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Whither?

WHITHER?
Within the portals of my heart There lies a chamber set apart, And I to enter there Must first be purged of every sin— Be purified without, within, And girded with a prayer;
For nothing common or unclean May ever in that room be seen, No taint of sin or woe; Up from the midst there runs a stair That leads above, I know not where, But angels come and go.
I feel the fanning of their wings, I hear their low-breathed whisperings— They sometimes speak my name! And all my soul is softened, thrilled, With holy aspirations filled I touch the altar-flame.
Another chamber lies apart Within the portals of my heart, Whose easy door swings wide; And when my feet its threshold tread A tumult in my soul is bred That sweeps me like a tide.
And from it, too, there runs a stair That leads without, I know not where, But flitting forms I see, Who would my spirit fain beguile With soft beseeching look and smile To join their revelry.
And some dark presence hovering near Constrains me, whispering in my ear— Exultant, smooth and bold— The same alluring, honied word— The subtle promise Jesus heard Upon the Mount of old.
······· Some day the portals of my heart Shall riven be, and fall apart, Touched by a power unknown; And I, a pallid ghost, must flee Far out into eternity, Unshriven and alone.
In that dread hour of waste and woe One door shall open wide, I know, But only one, to me; One stair my hurrying feet must tread, As I go forth to join the dead— O Soul, which shall it be?
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Through the Silence

THROUGH THE SILENCE
When o'er my garden falls the night, Withholding from my ravished sight The roses red, the lilies white, Still through the dark am I aware Of how they stand in beauty there, Since to the timid, wandering air Each fragrant bloom its passion flings And to my sense fresh rapture brings From all the lovely hidden things.
So is it with my thought of thee; For through the darkness still I see That gracious look thou gavest me. And though our ways lie far apart, Yet through the distance to my heart The fragrant sense of what thou art Brings something delicate and true That thrills the shining silence through And wakens all my love anew.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/When Autumn Comes

WHEN AUTUMN COMES.
When Spring first breathes on the russet hill, In her own faint, lovely fashion, One's pulses stir with a sudden thrill; But when Autumn comes the heart stands still. Moved with a deeper passion.
There's a wonderful charm in the soft, still days When earth to her rest is returning, When the hills are drowned in a purple haze, When the wild grape sweetens, and all in a blaze Of crimson the maples are turning.
Open thy gates, O heart of mine! These are the days we have waited, Put to thy lips the draught divine, These are the days that hold the wine Of Summer concentrated.
# Satyagraha in South Africa/Foreword

Foreword
Shri Valji Desai’s translation has been revised by me, and I can assure the reader that the spirit of the original in Gujarati has been very faithfully kept by the translator. The original chapters were all written by me from memory. They were written partly in the Yeravda jail and partly outside after my premature release. As the translator knew of this fact, he made a diligent study of the file of Indian Opinion and wherever he discovered slips of memory, he has not hesitated to make the necessary corrections. The reader will share my pleasure that in no relevant or material particular has there been any slip. I need hardly mention that those who are following the weekly chapters of My Experiments with Truth cannot afford to miss these chapters on Satyagraha, if they would follow in all its detail the working out of the search after Truth.
M. K. GANDHI
Sabarmati 26th April, 1928
# Satyagraha in South Africa/Translator's Note

Translator's Note
(Second edition)
This is a reprint of the first edition except for some verbal alterations suggested by my friend Shri Verrier Elwin who was good enough to go through the translation at my request.
V. G. D.
St 2006 Bhadrapad krishna 6
(Third impression)
I take this opportunity to place on record my indebtedness to Shri C. F. Andrews, Shri Dattatraya Balkrishna Kalelkar and Shri Abhechand Govindji Desai who made helpful suggestions when I was doing the first few chapters.
V. G. D.
St 2017 Ashadha krishna 5
# Sauder v. Mid-Continent Petroleum Corporation

United States Supreme Court
292 U.S. 272
Sauder v. Mid-Continent Petroleum Corporation
Argued: March 3, 1934. --- Decided: April 30, 1934
Mr. Harry W. Colmery, of Topeka, Kan., for petitioners.
Mr. Richard H. Wills, of Tulsa, Okl., for respondent.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Satyagraha in South Africa/Conclusion

Conclusion
Thus the great Satyagraha struggle closed after eight years, and it appeared that the Indians in South Africa were now at peace. On July 18, 1914, I sailed for England, to meet Gokhale, on my way back to India, with mixed feelings of pleasure and regret,—pleasure because I was returning home after many years and eagerly looked forward to serving the country under Gokhale’s guidance, regret because it was a great wrench for me to leave South Africa, where I had passed twenty-one years of my life sharing to the full in the sweets and bitters of human experience, and where I had realized my vocation in life.
When one considers the painful contrast between the happy ending of the Satyagraha struggle and the present condition of the Indians in South Africa, one feels for a moment as if all this suffering had gone for nothing, or is inclined to question the efficacy of Satyagraha as a solvent of the problems of mankind. Let us here consider this point for a little while. There is a law of nature that a thing can be retained by the same means by which it has been acquired. A thing acquired by violence can be retained by violence alone, while one acquired by truth can be retained only by truth. The Indians in South Africa, therefore, can ensure their safety today if they can wield the weapon of Satyagraha. There are no such miraculous properties in Satyagraha, that a thing acquired by truth could be retained even when truth was given up. It would not be desirable even if it was possible. If therefore the position of Indians in South Africa has now suffered deterioration, that argues the absence of Satyagrahis among them. There is no question here of finding fault with the present generation of South African Indians, but of merely stating the facts of the case. Individuals or bodies of individuals cannot borrow from ​others qualities which they themselves do not possess. The Satyagrahi veterans passed away one after another. Sorabji, Kachhalia, Thambi Naidoo, Parsi Rustomji and others are no more, and there are very few now who passed through the fire of Satyagraha. The few that remain are still in the fighting line, and I have not a shadow of a doubt that they will be the saviours of the community on the day of its trial if the light of Satyagraha is burning bright within them.
Finally, the reader of these pages has seen that had it not been for this great struggle and for the untold sufferings which many Indians invited upon their devoted heads, the Indians today would have been hounded out of South Africa. Nay, the victory achieved by Indians in South Africa more or less served as a shield for Indian emigrants in other parts of the British Empire, who, if they are suppressed, will be suppressed thanks to the absence of Satyagraha among themselves, and to India’s inability to protect them, and not because of any flaw in the weapon of Satyagraha. I will consider myself amply repaid if I have in these pages demonstrated with some success that Satyagraha is a priceless and matchless weapon, and that those who wield it are strangers to disappointment or defeat.
# Saudi Arabia Is Hub of World Terror

Saudi Arabia Is Hub of World Terror. Congressional Record: November 14, 2007 (Extensions of Remarks) Page E2403-E2405. DOCID:cr14no07-18.
OF MICHIGAN
IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
Mr. HOEKSTRA. Madam Speaker, I believe that Congress should continue to encourage an open and robust debate about the threat from radical jihadists. I found the following report in the Sunday Times of particular interest. I would like to share it with my colleagues.
   [From the Sunday Times, Nov. 4, 2007]
   Saudi Arabia Is Hub of World Terror: The Desert Kingdom Supplies the Cash and the Killers
   (By Nick Fielding and Sarah Baxter)
   [article text]
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# Scenes of Clerical Life/Book 2/Chapter 11

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# Seas Shipping Company v. Sieracki

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United States Supreme Court
328 U.S. 85
Seas Shipping Company v. Sieracki
Argued: Jan. 3, 1946. --- Decided: April 22, 1946
See 328 U.S. 878, 66 S.Ct. 1116.
Mr. Thomas E. Byrne, Jr., of Philadelphia, Pa., for petitioner.
Mr. Abraham E. Freedman, of Philadelphia, Pa., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from page 86 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice RUTLEDGE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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