Here you will find the Poem Maxims of poet John Le Gay Brereton
The heart is hard that cannot feel The bruising of a light appeal. The heart is deaf that cannot hear The splashing of a tiny tear. The heart is dumb that cannot say ?God speed you, comrades,? night and day. The heart is blind that cannot see The beckoning soul of mystery. The heart is lame that cannot rise From clamouring earth to silent skies. And O that heart were better dead That truckles to the prudent head
