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I am a man of wisdom and no god,   
emerging from our superstitious past.  
When, as I shall, I lie beneath the sod  
I will have set example to the last;  
to hold the trust that nature put in me;  
to cultivate each talent as I can;  
through discipline and duty to be free  
of guilt unworthy of the race of man.  
I owe this to the ones that came before,  
who slowly raised the glory of the mind,  
with music, laughter, wit, a boundless store  
of answers to all problems we can find. 
 
The unlit lamp, the unused skill is sin.  
The only way that man can fail to win.  	 	   		    
[from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]