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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

What makes a dad

Happy Father's Day

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,

He called it ... Dad

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Sudden Light

...I have been here before,
......But when or how I cannot tell:
...I know the grass beyond the door,
......The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

......How long ago I may not know:
...But just when at that swallow's soar
......Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall,--I knew it all of yore.

...Then, now,--perchance again! . . .
......O round mine eyes your tresses shake!
...Shall we not lie as we have lain
......Thus for Love's sake,
And sleep, and wake, yet never break the chain?

Friday, June 3, 2011

Let other beauties

Let other beauties have the power
To make one lovesick for an hour,
Perhaps for a whole day or two,
But so to captivate a heart
That it shall never, never part:
Only that power remains in you.
Let other beauties have the skill
By tempering smiles some fears to kill
And by degrees a heart undo.
But with a sweet yet tyrant eye
At once to bid one look and die:
None has that art but only you.
Fair wonder, to those flaming eyes
A heart I fain would sacrifice
If I had e'er a one in store,
But having lost mine long before,
Well may I sigh, wish and adore,
But for my life can die no more.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

A Servingman on his Mistress

My mistress loves no woodcocks
...Yet loves to pick the bones.
My mistress loves no jewels
...Yet loves the precious stones.
My mistress loves no hunting
...Yet she loves the horn.
My mistress loves no babies
...Yet loves to see men borne.
My mistress loves no wrestling
...Yet loves to take a fall.
My mistress loves not some things
...And yet she loveth all.
My mistress loves a spender
...Yet loves she not a waster.
My mistress loves no cuckolds
. . . No cuckolds
...And yet she loves my master,
...And yet, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yet she loves my master.