Saturday, October 2, 2010

Via Crucis

“Write our great books to teach men who we are,
Sing our fine songs that tell in artful phrase
The secrets of our lives, and plead and pray
For alms of memory with the after time,
Those few swift seasons while the earth shall wear
Its leafy summers, ere its core grows cold”
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Poet at the Breakfast Table

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