RENEWING HOPE
Don't lead the Music
Just let the Music guide you
You will see the tender grass and purple daisies
Dotting the verdant vista
You will feel the lustful leaves bound thirsty Summer
You will be colored by the golden and maroon hues
Dipping by Autumn's dawns and dusks
And Winter snows and icycles
Will leave you a sensibility of Life's patience
as the God of the seasons
silently mystifying our
Oneness
into another Spring.
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.
