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Ithaca, New York

Special Education Teacher

All around is haste, confusion, noise. For power and wealth men stretch the day From dawn till dusk. But quietly I go my way. For glitter, show, to taunt the crowd, Desire-tossed in wild dismay, Men sell their souls. But quietly I go my way. The green of all the fields is mine, The stars, the night, the wind at play, A peaceful heart, while quieltly, I go my own way. By Max Ehrmann