Sunday
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Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 04:44AM
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T i m e ' s U p
Elmwood Cemetery
Columbia, South Carolina
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All the way my Savior leads me
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy
Who through life has been my guide?
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort
Here by faith in Him to dwell
For I know, whate'er befall me
Jesus doeth all things well.
All the way my Savior leads me
Cheers each winding path I tread
Gives me grace for every trial
Feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter
And my soul athirst may be
Gushing from the rock before me
Lo, a spring of joy I see.
All the way my Savior leads me
Oh the fullness of His love
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father's house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way.
= Fanny J. Crosby =
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He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me
in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Psalm 23:3
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Dedicated to the memory of my father
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Happy Sunday
Saturday
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And higher I believe
Saturday, September 12, 2015 at 04:44AM
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O l d G l o r y
Fifth Avenue
New York City
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The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn't know its Name
And hasn't any tax to pay
And hasn't any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
And that's the way to grieve --
= Emily Dickinson =
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God Bless America :: Never Forget
Friday
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So touching in its majesty
Friday, September 11, 2015 at 04:44AM
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L o v e H e r o r L e a v e H e r
New York Harbor
New York, New York
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Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
= William Wordsworth =
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God Bless America :: Never Forget
Thursday
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Till the longing is less
Thursday, September 10, 2015 at 04:44AM
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H i g h T i m e
Times Square
New York, New York
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Today the sky is two and two
With white strokes and strains of the blue
Round a ring, around a ring
And while I sail (must listen) I sing
The skylark is my cousin and he
Is known to men more than me
... when the cry within
Says Go on then I go on
Till the longing is less and the good gone
But down drop, if it says Stop,
To the all-a-leaf of the treetop
And after that off the bough
I am so very, O so very glad
That I do think there is not to be had
The blue wheat-acre is underneath
And the corn is corded and shoulders its sheaf,
The ear in milk, lush the sash,
And crush-silk poppies aflash,
The blood-gush blade-gash
Flame-rash rudred
Bud shelling or broad-shed
Tatter-tassel-tangled and dingle-a-dangled
Dandy-hung daisy head.
And down ... the furrow dry
Sunspurge and oxeye
And lace-leaved lovely
Foam-tuft fumitory
Through the velvety wind V-winged
To the nest's nook I balance and buoy
With a sweet joy of a sweet joy,
Sweet, of a sweet, of a sweet joy
Of a sweet -- a sweet -- sweet -- joy.
= Gerard Manley Hopkins =
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Happy Thursday
Wednesday
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Was there ever summer
Wednesday, September 9, 2015 at 04:44AM
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M e m o r i e s R U s
Times Square
New York, New York
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Early is the evening,
Reluctant the dawn;
Once there was summer;
Sudden it was gone.
It fell like a leaf,
Whirled downstream.
Was there ever summer,
Or only a dream?
Was ever a world
That was not November?
Once there was summer,
And this I remember
Cornflowers and daisies,
Buttercups and clover,
Black-eyed Susans and Queen-Anne's lace,
A wide green meadow,
And bees booming over,
And a little laughing girl with the wind in her face.
Strident are the voices
And hard lights shine;
Feral are the faces;
Is one of them mine?
Something is lost now,
Tarnished the gleam;
Was there ever nobleness,
Or only a dream?
Yes, and it lingers,
Lost not yet;
Something remains
Till this I forget
Cornflowers and clover,
Buttercups and daisies,
Black-eyed Susans under blue and white skies
And the grass waist high
Where the red cow grazes,
And a little laughing girl with faith in her eyes.
Reluctant the dawn;
Once there was summer;
Sudden it was gone.
It fell like a leaf,
Whirled downstream.
Was there ever summer,
Or only a dream?
Was ever a world
That was not November?
Once there was summer,
And this I remember
Cornflowers and daisies,
Buttercups and clover,
Black-eyed Susans and Queen-Anne's lace,
A wide green meadow,
And bees booming over,
And a little laughing girl with the wind in her face.
Strident are the voices
And hard lights shine;
Feral are the faces;
Is one of them mine?
Something is lost now,
Tarnished the gleam;
Was there ever nobleness,
Or only a dream?
Yes, and it lingers,
Lost not yet;
Something remains
Till this I forget
Cornflowers and clover,
Buttercups and daisies,
Black-eyed Susans under blue and white skies
And the grass waist high
Where the red cow grazes,
And a little laughing girl with faith in her eyes.
= Ogden Nash =
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Happy Wednesday