All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go;
The hand that shaped the rose hath wrought the crystal of the snow;
Hath sent the hoary frost of heaven, the flowing waters sealed,And laid a silent loveliness on hill and wood and field.
-- from the hymn "All Beautiful the March of Days," by Frances W. Wile, 1912
Ellen,
ReplyDeleteYou and Lane both quoted this. It's very nice, but what's "hoary"?
Ok, fine, I'll look it up. It was in Bradley's Thanksgiving poem, too. I just ignored it. No Homeschool mom medals for me...
Jennifer, did you look it up yet? If not, "hoary" means white or gray. It comes from "hoarfrost," which is white frost that covers the ground, most often from frozen dew.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it just magical?
ReplyDeleteJackie, oh yes! Folks around here are beginning to kvetch about cabin fever and bickering kids, etc., but I've loved it all.
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