O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast

It Takes Less Time To Do A Thing Right, Than It Does To Explain Why You Did It Wrong.

Then From The Neighboring Thicket The Mocking-bird, Wildest Of Singers, Swinging Aloft On A Willow Spray That Hung O'er The Water, Shook From His Little Throat Such Floods Of Delirious Music, That The Whole Air And The Woods And The Waves Seemed Silent To Listen.

The Day Is Done; And Slowly From The Scene The Stooping Sun Upgathers His Spent Shafts, And Puts Them Back Into His Golden Quiver!

The Heaven Of Poetry And Romance Still Lies Around Us And Within Us.

Life Is The Gift Of God, And Is Divine.