Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Booker T. Washinton
"No race can prosper till it learns there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem."
Dorothy Sayers
"A society in Which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded upon waste and trash, and such a society is a house built on sand".
Friday, December 19, 2008
I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek Him, seeking me.
It was not I that found, O Saviour true,
No, I was found of Thee.
Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed-sea,-
'Twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
As thou, dear Lord on me.
I find, I walk, I love, but, O the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord, to Thee;
For thou wert long beforehand with my soul,
Always thou lovedst me.
He moved my soul to seek Him, seeking me.
It was not I that found, O Saviour true,
No, I was found of Thee.
Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed-sea,-
'Twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
As thou, dear Lord on me.
I find, I walk, I love, but, O the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord, to Thee;
For thou wert long beforehand with my soul,
Always thou lovedst me.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Eric Sloane
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Randall Jarrell
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