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Finding
a Job
Foreword
One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail as calves all do. Since then three hundred years have fled And I infer the calf is dead, But still he left behind his trail, And thereby hangs my mortal tale. The trail was taken up next day By a lone dog that passed that way; And then a wise bellwether sheep Pursued the trail o'er hill and glade Through those old woods a path was made. And many a man wound in and out, And dodged and turned and bent about, And uttered words of righteous wrath Because 'twas such a crooked path; But still they follow--do not laugh-- The first migration of that calf. This forest lane became a road, There many a horse with his load, Toiled on beneath the burning sun And travelled some three miles in one. And thus a century and a half They trod the footsteps of that calf, The years passed on in swiftness fleet; The road became a village street; And this, before men were aware, A city's crowded thoroughfare, And men two centuries and a half Trod in the footsteps of that calf. A hundred thousand men were led By one calf near three centuries dead. For men are prone to go it blind Along the calf paths of the mind And work away from sun to sun To do what other men have done They follow in the beaten track And out and in, and forth and back, And still their devious course pursue. To keep the path a sacred groove Along which all their lives they move But how the wise old wood gods laugh Who saw the first primeval calf. Author Unknown, V.A. Hospital
One possible translation:
Have the courage to be a leader, enabling you to discover the real self,
which is the difference between freedom and conformity.
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