Inspiration

I Cannot always find the spring,The spring of inspiration;But when I climb a sunlit hill,The hill of revelation,I find it, bright and glistening.

It feeds a lovely crystal pool,The pool of toleration,Whose waters, always clear and sweet,The sweet of moderation,Can bitterness and hate outrule.

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