“ Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been. ”
So all night long the storm roared on:The morning broke without a sun;In tiny spherule traced with linesOf Nature’s geometric signs,In starry flake, and pellicle,All day the hoary meteor fell;And, when the second morning shone,We looked upon a world unknown,On nothing we could call our own.Around the glistening wonder bentThe blue walls of the firmament,No cloud above, no earth below,—A universe of sky and snow!
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
But dream not helm and harness The sign of valor true, Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.
The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
Methinks I see the sunset light flooding the river valley, the western hills stretching to the horizon, overhung with trees gorgeous and glowing with the tints of autumn -- a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
