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1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

W. Wordsworth

CCLXXXVI. "My heart leaps up when I behold"

MY heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began,

So is it now I am a man,

So be it when I shall grow old
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Or let me die!

The child is father of the man:

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

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Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

A. L. Barbauld

CLXV. "Life! I know not what thou art"

LIFE! I know not what thou art,

But know that thou and I must part;

And when, or how, or where we met

I own to me's a secret yet.


Life! we've been long together,
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Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;

'Tis hard to part when friends are dear—

Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;

—Then steal away, give little warning,

Choose thine own time;
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Say not Good-night—but in some brighter clime

Bid me Good-morning.

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CCXXIV. Past and Present
I REMEMBER, I remember

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;

He never came a wink too soon,
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Nor brought too long a day:

But now, I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away.


I remember, I remember

The roses, red and white,
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The violets, and the lily-cups—

Those flowers made of light!

The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,—
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The tree is living yet!


I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;
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My spirit flew in feathers then

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow.


I remember, I remember
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The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance;

But now 'tis little joy
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To know I'm farther off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

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CCXXIV. Past and Present
I REMEMBER, I remember

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;

He never came a wink too soon,
5
Nor brought too long a day:

But now, I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away.


I remember, I remember

The roses, red and white,
10
The violets, and the lily-cups—

Those flowers made of light!

The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,—
15
The tree is living yet!


I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;
20
My spirit flew in feathers then

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow.


I remember, I remember
25
The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance;

But now 'tis little joy
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To know I'm farther off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

The moving finger writes and having writ moves on.

C. Lamb

CCXX. The Old Familiar Faces

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,

In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays:

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.


I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies:
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All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.


I loved a Love once, fairest among women:

Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her—

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.


I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
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Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;

Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.


Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,

Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse,

Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
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Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,

Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?

So might we talk of the old familiar faces,


How some they have died, and some they have left me,

And some are taken from me: all are departed;
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All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Bringin people together-Hersel Miller-RIP

As noted in the previous post, two of Hersel's children held a memorial service for him in Sun City.
After the service they hosted Hersel's friends at his home. A gentleman came over and sat down by me and introduced himself as Marvin Leamons. He said that his wife who was sitting across the room from us thought that she knew me and that her name was Myrna. It then dawned on me that she was the assistant to the gentleman who was my Doctor for many years in Loveland, Colorado.
Myrna was and is a caring and compassionate care giver and Marvin worked for Hewlitt Packard for many years.
The Doctor had written a book about his life in Wyoming and Colorado and Marvin fetched it and I read it and returned it to the Leamons.
They live across the street from Hersel and we were both fortunate to become friends of Hersel and in death he brought together two families who had shared live experiences in Loveland, Colorado. The Leamons have lived here since the early nineties. Marvin is an avid golfer.
Thank you, Hersel!!!!

"And those we loved
the lovliest and best
who through the vintage
rolling time has pressed.
Have drunk their cup
a time or two before-
And one by one
stole silently off to rest."

-Omar Khyam

Hershel Miller bringing people together-RIP

Hershel Miller-bringing people together-RIP