Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Through Thee


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

2 comments:

  1. Thanks Cathy how beautiful!!!

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  2. That was a lovly poem Cathy. A very pretty picture too.

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