<h2><SPAN name="page82"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THE SPUR</h2>
<p class="poetry">I asked the rock beside the road what joy
existence lent.<br/>
It answered, ‘For a million years my heart has been
content.’</p>
<p class="poetry">I asked the truffle-seeking swine, as rooting
by he went,<br/>
‘What is the keynote of your life?’ He grunted
out, ‘Content.’</p>
<p class="poetry">I asked a slave, who toiled and sung, just what
his singing meant.<br/>
He plodded on his changeless way, and said, ‘I am
content.’</p>
<p class="poetry">I asked a plutocrat of greed, on what his
thoughts were bent.<br/>
He chinked the silver in his purse, and said, ‘I am
content.’</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page83"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
83</span>I asked the mighty forest tree from whence its force was
sent.<br/>
Its thousand branches spoke as one, and said, ‘From
discontent.’</p>
<p class="poetry">I asked the message speeding on, by what great
law was rent<br/>
God’s secret from the waves of space. It said,
‘From discontent.’</p>
<p class="poetry">I asked the marble, where the works of God and
man were blent,<br/>
What brought the statue from the block. It answered,
‘Discontent.’</p>
<p class="poetry">I asked an Angel, looking down on earth with
gaze intent,<br/>
How man should rise to larger growth. Quoth he,
‘Through discontent.’</p>
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