We've been under the weather lately and so the lack of chronicles. A feverish chorus of coughing adults and children. So I enjoy some thoughts of hours of spendor in the grass....
Excerpts from: William Wordsworth
Recollections of Early Childhood
Intimations of Immortality
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Appareled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
…Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind…
I read your note last week regarding the fact that all of you have been feeling poorly.. sorry to read about this.. hopefully all of you are doing much better. I remember how it can wear one down when children are not feeling well.. take care, prayers are sent your way...
A Cardinal greeted me as I got up for the day last Saturday with his, "What Cheer, What Cheer", Spring is coming! BD
this poem is fabulous!!!!love it
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