Entire of itself

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P o w e r   o f   L o v e

South Carolina State Lunatic Asylum (Abandoned)

Columbia

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No man is an island,

Entire of itself,

Every man is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were,

As well as if a manor of thy friend's

Or of thine own were:

Any man's death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind,

And therefore never send to know

For whom the bell tolls;

It tolls for thee.

= John Donne =

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Happy Tuesday

So little is our loss

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O   D e a r

Old Gray Cemetery

Knoxville, Tennessee

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Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more then what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
And last of all, thy greedy Self consum'd,
Then long eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall undertake us as a flood,
When everything that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of him, t'whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,
Then all this earthly grosnes quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee

O Time.

= John Milton =

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Happy Monday

Dear desire of every nation

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I ' v e   G o t   A   C r è c h e   O n   Y o u

Providence Lutheran Church

Lexington, South Carolina

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Come, thou long expected Jesus

Born to set Thy people free

From our fears and sins release us

Let us find our rest in Thee

Israel's strength and consolation

Hope of all the earth Thou art

Dear desire of every nation

Joy of every longing heart.

Born thy people to deliver

Born a child and yet a King

Born to reign in us forever

Now Thy gracious kingdom bring

By Thine own eternal Spirit

Rule in all our hearts alone

By Thine all sufficient merit

Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

= Charles Wesley =

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And the angel said unto them, Fear not:

for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,

which shall be to all people. For unto you

is born this day in the city of David a Saviour,

which is Christ the Lord.

Luke 2:10-11

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Happy Sunday

Not me nor you

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A l l   S t i n g s   C o n s i d e r e d

Old Gray Cemetery

Knoxville, Tennessee

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The Road to Paradise is plain,

And holds scarce one.

Not that it is not firm

But we presume

A Dimpled Road

Is more preferred.

The Belles of Paradise are few --

Not me -- nor you --

But unsuspected things --

Mines have no Wings.

= Emily Dickinson =

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Happy Saturday

A landscape to the aching sight

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T h e r e   t h e r e

Woodlands Inn

Summerville, South Carolina

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The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing; 
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please — no bees to hum —
The coming spring's already come.

I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
'Tis but the winter garb of spring.

I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm's best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring.

I love the snow, the crumpling snow 
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.

It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring — the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.

= John Clare =

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Happy Friday