poem substitution

- strange events yesterday, I am assuming that this substitution is a
  long past uncommited change (as the like was needed and considered);
  rather than the demonstration of my having being hacked, which if it
  was, appears to have been rather kindly done considering the
  implications of such access (seemingly having left everything else
  untouched, though it implies access to and considerable knowledge of
  this code base), and the choice of poem, one that I might make but
  would be generous for someone else to choose for me.

1 files changed, 64 insertions, 100 deletions

diff --git a/org/spine_markup_sample.org b/org/spine_markup_sample.org
index a7fe234..e924e1a 100644
--- a/org/spine_markup_sample.org
+++ b/org/spine_markup_sample.org
@@ -962,33 +962,24 @@ group{
 
 group{
 
-The Road Not Taken Related Poem Content Details
-
-BY ROBERT FROST
-
-Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
-And sorry I could not travel both
-And be one traveler, long I stood
-And looked down one as far as I could
-To where it bent in the undergrowth;
-
-Then took the other, as just as fair,
-And having perhaps the better claim,
-Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
-Though as for that the passing there
-Had worn them really about the same,
-
-And both that morning equally lay
-In leaves no step had trodden black.
-Oh, I kept the first for another day!
-Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
-I doubted if I should ever come back.
-
-I shall be telling this with a sigh
-Somewhere ages and ages hence:
-Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
-I took the one less traveled by,
-And that has made all the difference.
+Thoughts
+
+by Myra Viola Wilds
+
+What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
+   In your travels day by day
+Are they bright and lofty visions,
+   Or neglected, gone astray?
+
+Matters not how great in fancy,
+    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
+Man, though high may be his station,
+    Is no better than his thoughts.
+
+Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
+   Let each one an honor be;
+Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
+   Then in love set each one free.
 
 }group
 ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) }
@@ -1057,33 +1048,24 @@ block{
 
 block{
 
-The Road Not Taken Related Poem Content Details
-
-BY ROBERT FROST
+Thoughts
 
-Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
-And sorry I could not travel both
-And be one traveler, long I stood
-And looked down one as far as I could
-To where it bent in the undergrowth;
+by Myra Viola Wilds
 
-Then took the other, as just as fair,
-And having perhaps the better claim,
-Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
-Though as for that the passing there
-Had worn them really about the same,
+What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
+   In your travels day by day
+Are they bright and lofty visions,
+   Or neglected, gone astray?
 
-And both that morning equally lay
-In leaves no step had trodden black.
-Oh, I kept the first for another day!
-Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
-I doubted if I should ever come back.
+Matters not how great in fancy,
+    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
+Man, though high may be his station,
+    Is no better than his thoughts.
 
-I shall be telling this with a sigh
-Somewhere ages and ages hence:
-Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
-I took the one less traveled by,
-And that has made all the difference.
+Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
+   Let each one an honor be;
+Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
+   Then in love set each one free.
 
 }block
 ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) }
@@ -1152,33 +1134,24 @@ poem{
 
 poem{
 
-*{The Road Not Taken}*~{ published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval. }~
+*{Thoughts}*~{ https://poets.org/anthology/poems-public-domain  }~
 
-by Robert Frost
+by Myra Viola Wilds
 
-Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
-And sorry I could not travel both
-And be one traveler, long I stood
-And looked down one as far as I could
-To where it bent in the undergrowth;
+What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
+   In your travels day by day
+Are they bright and lofty visions,
+   Or neglected, gone astray?
 
-Then took the other, as just as fair,
-And having perhaps the better claim,
-Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
-Though as for that the passing there
-Had worn them really about the same,
+Matters not how great in fancy,
+    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
+Man, though high may be his station,
+    Is no better than his thoughts.
 
-And both that morning equally lay
-In leaves no step had trodden black.
-Oh, I kept the first for another day!
-Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
-I doubted if I should ever come back.
-
-I shall be telling this with a sigh
-Somewhere ages and ages hence:
-Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
-I took the one less traveled by,
-And that has made all the difference.
+Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
+   Let each one an honor be;
+Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
+   Then in love set each one free.
 
 }poem
 ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) }
@@ -1186,33 +1159,24 @@ And that has made all the difference.
 !_ tics delimiter, resulting group text output:
 
 ``` poem
-!{The Road Not Taken}!~{ published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval. }~
-
-by Robert Frost
-
-Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
-And sorry I could not travel both
-And be one traveler, long I stood
-And looked down one as far as I could
-To where it bent in the undergrowth;
-
-Then took the other, as just as fair,
-And having perhaps the better claim,
-Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
-Though as for that the passing there
-Had worn them really about the same,
-
-And both that morning equally lay
-In leaves no step had trodden black.
-Oh, I kept the first for another day!
-Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
-I doubted if I should ever come back.
-
-I shall be telling this with a sigh
-Somewhere ages and ages hence:
-Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
-I took the one less traveled by,
-And that has made all the difference.
+!{Thoughts}!~{ https://poets.org/anthology/poems-public-domain  }~
+
+by Myra Viola Wilds
+
+What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
+   In your travels day by day
+Are they bright and lofty visions,
+   Or neglected, gone astray?
+
+Matters not how great in fancy,
+    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
+Man, though high may be his station,
+    Is no better than his thoughts.
+
+Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
+   Let each one an honor be;
+Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
+   Then in love set each one free.
 ```
 ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) }