Freedom does not consist, in museings with our faces to the past,
While petty cares , and rawling intrests , twist
Their spider threads about us , which at last
Do grow strong as iron chaines, to cramp and to bind
In formal narrowness heart , soul, and mind.
FREEDOM is born year after year
In hearts wideopen on the GODWARDS side,
In souls calm - cadenced as the whirling sphere,
In the minds that sway the future like the tide.
No broadest creeds can hold her, and no codes;
She chooses men and woman for her august abodes.
will you be her choosen one?
LISHENING and VIEWING:
Now do have a fine weekend its Party TIME!!!! enjoy , relax and as always be SAFE !
BB Fantumofthewinds
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