Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday's Journey on Tuesday
Alma Natura
These motions everywhere in nature must
surely be the circulations of God. The flowing sail,
the running stream, the waving tree, the roving
wind - whence else their infinite
health and freedom. I can see nothing so proper
and holy as unrelaxed play and frolic
in this bower God has built for us. The suspicion
of sin never comes to this thought.
Oh, if men felt this they would never build
temples even of marble or diamond, but it would
be sacrilege and prophane, but disport them
forever in this paradise.
Henry D. Thoreau On Man and Nature
These motions everywhere in nature must
surely be the circulations of God. The flowing sail,
the running stream, the waving tree, the roving
wind - whence else their infinite
health and freedom. I can see nothing so proper
and holy as unrelaxed play and frolic
in this bower God has built for us. The suspicion
of sin never comes to this thought.
Oh, if men felt this they would never build
temples even of marble or diamond, but it would
be sacrilege and prophane, but disport them
forever in this paradise.
Henry D. Thoreau On Man and Nature
Monday's Journey on Tuesday
Iris
Thou art the Iris, fair among the fairest,
Who, armed with golden rod
And winged with the celestial azure, bearest
The message of some God.
Thou art the Muse, who far from crowded cities
Hauntest the sylvan streams,
Playing on pipes of reed the artless ditties
That come to us as dreams.
O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river
Linger to kiss thy feet!
O flower of song, bloom on, and make for ever
The world more fair and sweet.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882
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