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TO SPRING – 20 April 2008
Spring has finally “sprung” here, after an “un-spring-like” start!
In celebration of this season’s pleasant transformation, here is a
poem, TO SPRING by William Blake, which I found in an old book
published in 1912:
(1757 – 1817)
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss they perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
The golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.
For a collection of poetry and stories, visit:
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the
same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the
world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true
peace and compassion.
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