Friday, March 18, 2011

I'm having one of my "everything aches" days, so not too much will be happening. I HAVE to grocery shop today, so Denise is going to pick me up after work. I'll take a couple of Tylenol about an hour before she gets here so I'll be fairly mobile. I really hate these days - they remind me I'm getting old (VBG) and I get frustrated when I can't pick something up or hold on to it for very long.

Breathes There the Man with Soul So Dead

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

Sir Walter Scott
1771 - 1832

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