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Falling Petals, issue 2, Summer 1946

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                   THOUGHT PATTERNS

                    A FRAGMENT
                 By Harold Bertram

A warning here to those who seek my treasure,
That I and Mine are safe behind a meat [?]
Of numberless dimensions, vast beyond all measure,
Wherein there swim grim guardians that tear and gloat
O'er trapped and tortured egos, souls of those who tried
To climb that ancient lofty wall that has no other side.

All great art is delicate art, and all coarse art is bad. There is as much difference between the boldness of the true and false masters, as there is between the courage of a pure woman and the shamelessness of a lost one. - John Ruskin.

   There is no perfect joy without gratitude. But we have never learned it, and the want of it troubles us. It is like being dumb with a heart full of love. We must find the word for it, and say it together. Then we shall be perfectly joined in perfect joy.
   ("The Lost Word," by Henry Van Dyke, 1898.)

       O God, did you know
  When you moulded men out of clay,
  Urging them up and up
  Through the endless circles of change,
  Travail and turmoil and death,
  Many would curse you down,
  Many would live all gray
  With their faces flat like a mask:
  But there would be some, O God,
  Crying to you each night,
  "I am so glad! so glad!
  I am so rich and gay!
  How shall I thank you, God?"
("The Ancient Beautiful Things," by Fannie Stearns Davis.)

  The mind is a painter's pallet
  Daubed with a thousand colors of emotion
  Into which we dip the paint brush of our wills
  With which we paint in our eyes
  And in the lines of our faces
  The type of life to which we have succombed.
(J.A. Clark, from a conversation.)

  In ribald bronze Pan leers
  Through dripping water, grinning at my tears.
("A Winter Garden," poem in the book, "After Eden.")

  There is no riches above the health of the body; and there is no pleasure above the joy of the heart. 
  (Ecclesiastes, Chapter 30.)

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THOUGHT PATTERNS A FRAGMENT By Harold Bertram A warning here to those who seek my treasure, That I and Mine are safe behind a meat [?] Of numberless dimensions, vast beyond all measure, Wherein there swim grim guardians that tear and gloat O'er trapped and tortured egos, souls of those who tried To climb that ancient lofty wall that has no other side. All great art is delicate art, and all coarse art is bad. There is as much difference between the boldness of the true and false masters, as there is between the courage of a pure woman and the shamelessness of a lost one. - John Ruskin. There is no perfect joy without gratitude. But we have never learned it, and the want of it troubles us. It is like being dumb with a heart full of love. We must find the word for it, and say it together. Then we shall be perfectly joined in perfect joy. ("The Lost Word," by Henry Van Dyke, 1898.) O God, did you know When you moulded men out of clay, Urging them up and up Through the endless circles of change, Travail and turmoil and death, Many would curse you down, Many would live all gray With their faces flat like a mask: But there would be some, O God, Crying to you each night, "I am so glad! so glad! I am so rich and gay! How shall I thank you, God?" ("The Ancient Beautiful Things," by Fannie Stearns Davis.) The mind is a painter's pallet Daubed with a thousand colors of emotion Into which we dip the paint brush of our wills With which we paint in our eyes And in the lines of our faces The type of life to which we have succombed. (J.A. Clark, from a conversation.) In ribald bronze Pan leers Through dripping water, grinning at my tears. ("A Winter Garden," poem in the book, "After Eden.") There is no riches above the health of the body; and there is no pleasure above the joy of the heart. (Ecclesiastes, Chapter 30.) -2-