May 28, 2012

Nothing much today

Come back on the 30th.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal.

~an Irish Epitath~

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell, a weeping hermit, there.

~William Collins~



Old NFO said...

Thanks for remembering.