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The festive season looms

and with it consideration of the year soon to end:

the loud noises of life which vie constantly for attention

is for a moment stilled

by the need for quiet inner reflection-

“kept by ourselves in silence and apart”.

(image from landrethstudios.com)

Hoidays

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)

celebrated American poet who penned, among others-

Paul Revere’s Ride and The Song of Hiawatha.

Holidays

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;–
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;–a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

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