God, taking a short break,Looked down to Earth andSaw what He had created.And He cried, "Oh, Myself!What have I done?" Yes,Well, now there was reallyNothing for it but to startOver from scratch. But,What to do with what HeHad already made, all theLittle beings running amuckScrewing things up on aPerpetual basis. And soMany of them wailing HisName in justification forTheir bogus … [Read more...] about Infinite Wisdom, By: Daniel S. Irwin
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIX. – Effusion, By: William Wordsworth
In Presence Of The Painted Tower Of Tell, At Altorf. What though the Italian pencil wrought not here,Nor such fine skill as did the meed bestowOn Marathonian valour, yet the tearSprings forth in presence of this gaudy show,While narrow cares their limits overflow.Thrice happy, burghers, peasants, warriors old,Infants in arms, and ye, that as ye goHomeward or schoolward, ape … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIX. – Effusion, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIV. – Composed In One Of The Catholic Cantons, By: William Wordsworth
Doomed as we are our native dustTo wet with many a bitter shower,It ill befits us to disdainThe altar, to deride the fane,Where simple Sufferers bend, in trustTo win a happier hour. I love, where spreads the village lawn,Upon some knee-worn cell to gaze:Hail to the firm unmoving cross,Aloft, where pines their branches toss!And to the chapel far withdrawn,That lurks by lonely … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIV. – Composed In One Of The Catholic Cantons, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIII. – Memorial, By: William Wordsworth
Near The Outlet Of The Lake Of Thun "Dem Andenken Meines Freundes Aloys Reding MDCCCXVIII." Around a wild and woody hillA gravelled pathway treading,We reached a votive Stone that bearsThe name of Aloys Reding. Well judged the Friend who placed it thereFor silence and protection;And haply with a finer careOf dutiful affection. The Sun regards it from the … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIII. – Memorial, By: William Wordsworth
Origin Story of the Nubians of the River Trail, By: Michael H. Brownstein
When money was newand Ray was young,the world went crazy. Everything we wanted to tryfilled itself with glitter and crystal.This became the way of soldiers. Our people gathered food,found a way to developand Ray grew into a warrior,his mouth a wide cave,his teeth sharp and careful. We changed our moneyto the currency of love,created weapons with words,Ray mated with … [Read more...] about Origin Story of the Nubians of the River Trail, By: Michael H. Brownstein