To A Young Conservative (Salina's Sorrow, After Cairo, & Hopkins)

Salina: I feel considerable sorrow and concern with what is being called the 'liberal intelligentsia' POV on issues of world peace.

Please darling, give your own mind peace. There has never been a minute of world peace. Neither, the sophisticated liberals, nor the raw meat conservatives will bring peace to the world. It's up to you to free yourself from fear.

Spring and Fall

to a young child

MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

--Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)