Saturday, 26 May 2007

This thing



"Along the Road"
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way.
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things
I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!


Honest listening…

Is one of the best medicines to the bereaved

Remedying that brings out the best in thee

For that best serves the memory of the departed

Gentle strokes calm raging beasts

It is the same with mortals…





Jean Cameron, Robert Browning modified Fiddes of Lochinvar--To one dear

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