The 15 Global Challenges from t he Millennium Project, a global participatory think tank. 1. How can sustainable development be achieved for all while addressing global climate change? 2. How can everyone have sufficient clean water without conflict? 3. How can population growth and resources be brought into balance? 4. How can genuine democracy emerge from authoritarian regimes? 5. How can decisionmaking be enhanced by integrating improved global foresight during unprecedented accelerating change? 6. How can the global convergence of information and communications technologies work for everyone? 7. How can ethical market economies be encouraged to help reduce the gap between rich and poor? 8. How can the threat of new and reemerging diseases and immune micro-organisms be reduced? 9. How can education make humanity more intelligent, knowledgeable, and wise enough to address its global challenges? 10. How can shared values and new security strategies reduce ethnic conflicts,...
She comes in her robes of silver bright,
Our lady of love, the queen of night;
Pale art thou Cynthia, yet thy brow
Loveliest is when wreathed with snow:
The fleecy clouds that around thee bide
Are light as the spray of ocean's tide,
And every beauteous shining star
Seems a gem that decks thy moonlight car.
'Mid the cloudless skies, with smile serene,
In splendour array'd ride on fair queen;
Thine are the sceptre, and crescent pale,
That softly look on the evening veil;
Thy beams of silvery radiance keep
Their tranquil watch o'er the mighty deep.
And gaze on creation's emerald breast
When the shades of earth lie hush'd in rest.
Aloft in thy bower of spangl'd light
Look down on the world in beauty bright,
Tinging heaven itself with lustrous hue,
Op'ning as't were its glories to view;
Lightly thou'lt kiss with thy beams of love
Each planet that decks thine halls above.
While murm'ring they with mystical voice
In anthems of praise To God rejoice.
(S.M.H. DERBY MERCURY, WEDNESDAY, MAY 21, 1845)
* Cynthia was originally an epithet of the Greek goddess of the moon, Artemis, who was sometimes called "Cynthia" because, according to legend, the goddess was born on Mount Cynthus.
Our lady of love, the queen of night;
Pale art thou Cynthia, yet thy brow
Loveliest is when wreathed with snow:
The fleecy clouds that around thee bide
Are light as the spray of ocean's tide,
And every beauteous shining star
Seems a gem that decks thy moonlight car.
'Mid the cloudless skies, with smile serene,
In splendour array'd ride on fair queen;
Thine are the sceptre, and crescent pale,
That softly look on the evening veil;
Thy beams of silvery radiance keep
Their tranquil watch o'er the mighty deep.
And gaze on creation's emerald breast
When the shades of earth lie hush'd in rest.
Aloft in thy bower of spangl'd light
Look down on the world in beauty bright,
Tinging heaven itself with lustrous hue,
Op'ning as't were its glories to view;
Lightly thou'lt kiss with thy beams of love
Each planet that decks thine halls above.
While murm'ring they with mystical voice
In anthems of praise To God rejoice.
(S.M.H. DERBY MERCURY, WEDNESDAY, MAY 21, 1845)
* Cynthia was originally an epithet of the Greek goddess of the moon, Artemis, who was sometimes called "Cynthia" because, according to legend, the goddess was born on Mount Cynthus.
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