A Sweet Act of Kindness
Someone who used to work with me has just sent a card from the Lake District with an ode by Wordsworth on the front.
Intimations of Immortality
There was a time when meadow, grove and stream,
The earth and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore ;-
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
I like getting cards like that. It was a nice touch.
The Anonymous Widower 
Although written many years ago, it hold true today
Comment by Liz P | August 2, 2010 |