"O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,--
Nature's observatory--whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell."
--John Keats
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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Beautiful! Simply beautiful! What wonderful gifts our Lord has given us throughout the ages.
ReplyDeleteYes, the most beautiful gifts of all are from Him. Thank you for writing, Mary, and may God bless you.
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