| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: The ruined grandeur of your fort.
Though centuries falter and decline,
Your proven strongholds shall remain
Embodied memories of your line,
Incarnate legends of your reign.
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: had an opportunity of studying Indian nature and believe the race inherently
noble. He has been driven to make war, and I want to help him into other
paths."
Joe left the two ministers talking earnestly and turned toward Mrs. Wentz.
The fur-trader's wife was glowing with pleasure. She held in her hand several
rude trinkets, and was explaining to her listener, a young woman, that the
toys were for the children, having been brought all the way from Williamsburg.
"Kate, where's Nell?" Joe asked of the girl.
"She went on an errand for Mrs. Wentz."
Kate Wells was the opposite of her sister. Her motions were slow, easy and
consistent with her large, full, form. Her brown eyes and hair contrasted
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: for Mary, is to be found in their tone. A forger in those coarse
days would have made Mary write in some Semiramis or Roxana vein,
utterly alien to the tenderness, the delicacy, the pitiful confusion
of mind, the conscious weakness, the imploring and most feminine
trust which makes the letters, to those who--as I do--believe in
them, more pathetic than any fictitious sorrows which poets could
invent. More than one touch, indeed, of utter self-abasement, in
the second letter, is so unexpected, so subtle, and yet so true to
the heart of woman, that--as has been well said--if it was invented
there must have existed in Scotland an earlier Shakespeare; who yet
has died without leaving any other sign, for good or evil, of his
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