The day that dawns with most welcome light, Seems brightest after the darkest night. Pity him who walks on level ground, And never knows the joy of up and down. Pity him who into wealth was born, Who's never needed praise or heeded scorn. Life's pendulum must scribe a constant arc Swinging freely from its center mark.
Life grows for all, on both extreme, But equally in a balance scheme.
But we must know both to know either well. Here First Page last updated October 25, 1999. Copyright and contact information is available.