All true words fly, as from yon reedy marsh <br />The crane rings o'er the wild its screaming harsh. <br />Vainly you try reason in chains to keep;-- <br />Freely it moves as fish sweeps through the deep. <br /> <br />Hate follows love, as 'neath those sandal-trees <br />The withered leaves the eager searcher sees. <br />The hurtful ne'er without some good was born;-- <br />The stones that mar the hill will grind the corn. <br /> <br />All true words spread, as from the marsh's eye <br />The crane's sonorous note ascends the sky. <br />Goodness throughout the widest sphere abides, <br />As fish round isle and through the ocean glides. <br />And lesser good near greater you shall see, <br />As grows the paper shrub 'neath sandal-tree. <br />And good emerges from what man condemns;-- <br />Those stones that mar the hill will polish gems.<br /><br />Confucius<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moral-lessons-from-natural-facts/
