The Scholar....

So sorry I have not posted a single thing in a LONG time. We have been VERY busy. Well, I will now leave you all with my favorite poem. This is just something to keep you all happy until next time. ;0)

My next post will be about the elusive "Swamp Fox".

Until then,
Jon

This poem was written by, Robert Southey. It means a lot to me. So, without further to do, I present.....

-The Scholar-

MY days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where’er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.


With them I take delight in weal
And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew’d
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.


My thoughts are with the Dead; with them
I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.


My hopes are with the Dead; anon
My place with them will be,
And I with them shall travel on
Through all Futurity;
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.