Through thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red;
All things through thee take nobler form,
And look beyond the earth,
the mill-round of our fate appears
A sun-path in thy worth.
Me too thy nobleness has taught
To master my despair;
the fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thanks Cathy how beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteThat was a lovly poem Cathy. A very pretty picture too.
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