BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Inscription found in an old copy of the Forty Days of Musa DaghTo Lynn, Aug 3rd 1946
The years have gone to dust, and all we weigh
The days when love was full and always true.
They withered to the ground, and yet the ray
Shines on the fruits of Mornings from the dew.
We grow from dawn to darkness and the day
In flowing streams, an filled with with mournful rue,
Falls on the stranger’s calm and lovely way,
Desiring only peace, a solitary peace.
And yet when dawn doth bring the softest rain,
And hope, with fellowship delight of love,
Arises from the soul, and floats above,
With love no earthly creature can sustain,
Then do I know the sight of my eyes behold,
Tis you, my sweet, my aching eyes enfold.
Marcel
Thursday, September 21, 2006
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Inscription found in an old copy of the Forty Days of Musa Dagh
To Lynn, Aug 3rd 1946
The years have gone to dust, and all we weigh
The days when love was full and always true.
They withered to the ground, and yet the ray
Shines on the fruits of mornings from the dew.
We grow from dawn to darkness and the day
In flowing streams, and filled with with mournful rue,
Falls on the stranger’s calm and lovely way,
Desiring only peace, a solitary pew.
And yet when dawn doth bring the softest rain,
And hope, with flourishing delight of love,
Arises from the soul, and floats above,
With love no earthly creature can sustain,
Then do I know the sight of my eyes behold,
Tis you, my sweet, my aching eyes enfold.
Marcel
Inscription found in an old copy of the Forty Days of Musa Dagh
To Lynn, Aug 3rd 1946
The years have gone to dust, and all we weigh
The days when love was full and always true.
They withered to the ground, and yet the ray
Shines on the fruits of mornings from the dew.
We grow from dawn to darkness and the day
In flowing streams, and filled with with mournful rue,
Falls on the stranger’s calm and lovely way,
Desiring only peace, a solitary pew.
And yet when dawn doth bring the softest rain,
And hope, with flourishing delight of love,
Arises from the soul, and floats above,
With love no earthly creature can sustain,
Then do I know the sight of my eyes behold,
Tis you, my sweet, my aching eyes enfold.
Marcel
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Albert Einstein
There was a young lady named bright,
Whose speed was far faster than light;
She set out one day
In a relative way,
And returned home the previous night.
Arthur Buller, Punch, 19 DEC 1933
Albert Einstein
There was a young lady named bright,
Whose speed was far faster than light;
She set out one day
In a relative way,
And returned home the previous night.
Arthur Buller, Punch, 19 DEC 1933
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