tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498357134928699381.post6270526964445652698..comments2024-03-25T14:54:55.289-04:00Comments on little augury: CYS of a ChildP.Gaye Tapp at Little Auguryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115534755711063462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498357134928699381.post-92125001800194367662012-03-24T04:05:23.577-04:002012-03-24T04:05:23.577-04:00I just wanted to say: Yes,
that's it.
Albert...I just wanted to say: Yes,<br /><br />that's it.<br /><br />Albert & Cy & You have got it-<br /><br />Just. Right.Victoria Thornehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14464329551302212978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498357134928699381.post-75889063781366300742012-03-23T11:14:59.797-04:002012-03-23T11:14:59.797-04:00There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
T...There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,<br />The earth, and every common sight,<br />To me did seem<br />Appareled in celestial light,<br />The glory and the freshness of a dream.<br />It is not now as it hath been of yore--<br />Turn whereso'er I may, By night or day,<br />The things which I have seen I can see no more.<br />......Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:<br />......The thought of our past years in me doth breed<br />Perpetual benediction: not indeed<br />For that which is most worthy to be blest;<br />Delight and liberty, the simple creed,<br />Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,<br />......But for those first affections,<br />Those shadowy recollections,<br />Which, be they what they may,<br />Are yet the fountain light of all our day,<br />Are yet a master light of all our seeing:<br />Uphold us, cherish, and power to make<br />Our noisy years seem moments in the being<br />Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,<br />To perish never;<br />......What though the radiance which was once so bright<br />Be now forever taken from my sight,<br />Though nothing can bring back the hour<br />Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;<br />We will grieve not, rather find<br />Strength in what remains behind;<br />In the primal sympathy<br />Which having been must ever be......Bruce Baronehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08262814724740244551noreply@blogger.com