The verse

Chase not the glow of yesterday's far peak;Turn round — the green hill was your home all along.Plant the old trunk deep, the root grows firm and slow;In years to come the grove will breathe its own sweet song.

Reading

This slip bids you not chase the fading light of a peak whose tide has passed. Return to your source, root yourself deep; with time the roots hold firm. Tend the soil — what fate may bring is not promised here.

The temple keeper adds

A high lot. Don't take it as a guarantee; take it as leave to walk on, easy.

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