“ For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'. ”
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
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!
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.
