Counsel Good, ' When Free - Poem by James McLain
Good councel escapes never naught,
from the eye publication being
and the dwelling of soothfastness which is never free.
When it is, however it is small and thee too thy it is good,
be it ever enough.
Because of it some beings and the thickleness of the public hatred and it riseth of it hath of it fast storing,
as for no envy of it and the purple seal a crown of wealth of it.
Can not the publication blend oft with it, So it is.
Obtaining it - rather than of it the pursuit thereof it's meaning.
That thee it is suitable for you above, below of it,
and when this to do you and do you not have enough everything. Healthy heal thyself of that which was read,
but of you the other ethnic cast off customs and canst which are read. And the truth of thee.
Does it not transfer the fear,
and which from you of that, of which it is.
Thee of thine and thy your tree of pain it's wide spread roots.
Pain which it should reform thee from as each one bends it's will
too her and on reliance his sphere she turneth.
Remaining standeth whose business when small is large a little.
And be often more not less is careful when repulsing the nail,
the hammer is the window as the door the clock.
Where there upon the wall where it is not it has been seen
by all and you endeavor well as doth.
Being thee thyself it deemest of truth deemed to others.
Come and such is behavior,
and truth to thee, do not transfer it from upon the fear which
oft of you that is.
Some wind from thee is scent,
and thus receive it with upon buxomness.
And asketh of this world when of, it's falling struggles, but,
ask it for the house, there is when here, there is no wildness here.
For comes each animal from thy ask it stop!
Being it the highest, inspect it, appreciate it, in all thy Godlyness! Weive upon it, make it thy lead of it in thee.
Of thy it's only yearning and thy illusion truth is when possible,
and truth from thee it does not transfer the fear of that,
which of that when speaking of that it only is.
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