Here is an excerpt from an old dusty poetry book by Adelaide A. Procter, born in London October 1825. To go with it, pictures I took in 2004 in Telluride, Colorado.
A LITTLE LONGER
A little longer yet -- a little longer,
Shall violets bloom for thee, and sweet birds sing;
And the lime-branches, where soft winds are blowing,
Shall murmur the sweet promise of the Spring!
A little longer yet -- a little longer,
Thou shalt behold the quiet of morn;
While tender grasses awakening flowers
Send up a golden mist to greet the dawn!
A little longer yet -- a little longer,
The tenderness of twilight shall be thine,
The rosy clouds that float o'er dying daylight,
Nor fade till trembling stars begin to shine.
A little longer yet -- a little longer,
Shall starry night be beautiful for thee;
And the cold moon shall look through the blue silence,
Flooding her silver path upon the sea.
A little long yet -- a little longer,
Life shall be thine; life with its power to will;
Life with its strength to bear, to love, to conquer,
Bringing its thousand joys thy heart to fill.
1 comment:
You could make one of those photo books with those images from Snapfish etc and add those words. The rainbow is amazing.
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