Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the ripple to run over in its mirth;
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones
The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!--Robert Browning
Another lovely poem for another lovely autumn morning.
Heading out soon for a gathering of Adult Librarians at the Upper Sandusky Community Library, where we will discuss creative programing for Adults in the Library--being a Library Director in a small library means wearing many hats. Looking forward to a day of brainstorming...and an excuse for a drive on the meandering country highways that will give me vistas of the autumn fields and trees. Happy Wednesday, all!