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If the gods listened to the prayers of men, all humankind would 
quickly perish since they constantly pray for many evils to befall 
one another. -Epicurus, philosopher (c. 341-270 BCE)
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Hi

I have to unsubscribe as I would be very busy in
coming next 7-8 weeks.

I am thankful to everyone that no one raised any
objections to deluge of  mails from me.Since I had a
short time and a lot of stuff (which I thought would
be worth sharing)I posted frantically.

Well..I chose the stuffs which I liked,can't say
whether they were as per the liking of the masses.

I would try to get back when I am done with my
obligations.

thanks and best regards
Adheer

ps: I owe a lot to nukkad which can't be put in words
and I mean it.
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SERMONS WE SEE -- Edgar Guest 

I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day; 

I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell
the way, 

The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the
ear, 

Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear;


And the best of all the preachers are the men who live
their creeds, 

For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.


I soon can learn to do it if you'll let me see it
done; 

I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too
fast may run. 

And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true,


But I'd rather get my lessons by observing what you
do; 

For I might misunderstand you and the high advice you
give, 

But thre's no misunderstanding how you act and how you
live. 

When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind. 

When a weaker brother stumbles and a strong man stays
behind 

Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows
strong in me 

To become as big and thoughtful as I know that friend
to be. 

And all travelers can witness that the best of guides
today 

Is not the one who tells them, but the one who shows
the way. 

One good man teaches many, men believe what they
behold; 

One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are
told. 

Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor
dear, 

For right living speaks a language which to every one
is clear. 

Though an able speaker charms me with his eloqence, I
say, 

I'd rather see a sermon than to hear one, any day


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Myself
by Edgar Guest 

I have to live with myself, and so,
I want to be fit for myself to know;

I want to be able as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;

I don't want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I've done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of man I really am;
I don't want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to deserve all men's respect;
But here in this struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to think as I come and go
That I'm for bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself -- and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.

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Edgar Guest 


Edgar Guest was born in Birmingham, England, on August
20, 1881, to Edwin and Julia Wayne Guest. The family
settled in Detroit, Michigan, in 1891. When Edwin lost
his job in 1893, eleven-year-old Edgar between working
odd jobs after school. In 1895 he was hired as a copy
boy for the Detroit Free Press, where he would work
for almost sixty-five years. His father died when the
poet was seventeen, and Guest was forced to drop out
of high school and work full time at the newspaper. He
worked his way up from a copy boy to a job in the news
department. His first poem appeared on December 11,
1898. His weekly column, "Chaff," first appeared in
1904; his topical verses eventually became the daily
"Breakfast Table Chat," which was syndicated to over
three-hundred newspapers throughout the United States.

Guest married Nellie Crossman in 1906. The couple had
three children. His brother Harry printed his first
two books, Home Rhymes and Just Glad Things, in small
editions. His verse quickly found an audience and the
Chicago firm of Reilly and Britton began to publish
his books at a rate of nearly one per year. His
collections include Just Folks (1917), Over Here
(1918), When Day Is Done (1921), The Passing Throng
(1923), Harbor Lights of Home (1928), and Today and
Tomorrow (1942).

>From 1931 to 1942, Guest broadcast a weekly program on
NBC radio. In 1951, "A Guest in Your Home" appeared on
NBC TV. He published more than twenty volumes of
poetry and was thought to have written over 11,000
poems. Guest has been called "the poet of the people."
Most often, his poems were fourteen lines long and
presented a deeply sentimental view of everyday life.
He considered himself "a newspaper man who wrote
verses." Of his poem he said, "I take simple everyday
things that happen to me and I figure it happens to a
lot of other people and I make simple rhymes out of
them." His Collected Verse appeared in 1934 and went
into at least eleven editions. Edgar Guest died on
August 5, 1959.




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