A Song of Spring

[more apropos to the colder climes; our spring came suddenly & summer's practically here!]

The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood* of hodden** grey.

The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,***
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say^.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.

                 ---- Katherine Tynan***8; 1859-1931

*Snood:  a mesh, cloth or yarn bag used for gathering up a woman's hair, especially a long mass of hair.  (Often had the idea of keeping a woman's sexuality "hidden" or "protected."  Here the author suggest that spring is too long hidden.)
**Hodden: coarse cloth worn by the peasants of Scotland.  Hodden Grey was known for being worn by certain military regiments
***This poem is a bit somber, sober, even "down" for a spring poem.  It reflects life in a more northern climate. Also, it reflects some the "zeitgeist" of our current times: seeing so many challenging things on so many fronts, waiting, hoping; waiting, ultimately, for Christ to return.
^A picture of the new life in heaven.

****Katharine Tynan (23 January 1859 – 2 April 1931) was an Irish-born writer  educated at St. Catherine's, a convent school in Drogheda. Her poetry was first published in 1878. She met and became friendly with the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins in 1886.  Hopkins' work is featured frequently in this blog.

 

 

 

 

 

Choreographed

Nature's singing me her song,
And around me is a dance:
      The sunlight on the water,
       The aspens' quaking leaves,
       The playful dragonflies,
        My own two happy feet.

 

My heart is filled with wild joy;
I know who wrote the song:
       He gave it melody
       And wove in harmony;
       He sets its steady rhythm
       And makes the whole world dance.

You hear the moments out-of-tune
When Nature's lost the harmony;
     But my Composer saved a better song
     To sing another place...
     Where melodies are never sad,
     And the only song is love.

                     
    ----C. Marie Byars; Ft. Jackson, SC; May, 1986
          [written with memories of the southwestern U.S. in mind]
 

Excerpts from "Mortality"

[President Abraham Lincoln's favorite poem, in honor of President's Day.  Not exactly cheery, but Lincoln thought serious thoughts a lot...  Also makes a good reflection for Lent.]

Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave... 
                     
The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave...

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
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So the multitude goes - like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes - even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging, they also would cling -
But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.

They loved - but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned - but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved - but no wail from their slumber will come;
They joyed - but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died - aye, they died - we things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road...
 
'Tis the wink of an eye - 'tis the draught of a breath -
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

                                      ---William Knox (Scottish; 1789-1825)

Bird Room

Still at it with the new house: now it's the settling in for this new year.  The kitchen/dining area has a real "bird theme", which relates to this blog.  I often hear birds singing outside, despite living in this metro area: 

 

Fall Near Payson, Arizona

Yes, Arizona.

Thanksgiving

The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway --
Thanksgiving comes again!    ---Old Rhyme.

 

Song of the Three Young Men

 

Blessed are You, O Lord God of our fathers: and to be praised and exalted above all for ever.

And blessed is Your glorious and holy Name: and to be praised and exalted above all for ever.

Blessed are You in the Temple of Your holy glory: and to be praised and glorified above all for ever.

Blessed are You who looks upon the depths, and sits upon the Cherubim [fiery angels; statues of these were atop the Ark of the Covenant in the Jewish Temple]: and to be praised and exalted above all for ever.

Blessed are You on the glorious Throne of Your kingdom: and to be praised and glorified above all for ever.

Blessed are You in the vaults of heaven: and above all to be praised and glorified for ever.

O all you works of the Lord, bless  the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you heavens, bless  the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you Angels of the Lord, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O all you waters above the heavens, bless ye the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O all you powers of the Lord, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you Sun and Moon, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you stars of heaven, bless ye the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O every shower and dew, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O all you winds, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you fire and heat, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you dews and storms of snow, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you nights and days, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you light and darkness, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you ice and cold, bless  the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you frost and snow, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you lightning and clouds, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O let the earth bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you mountains and little hills, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O all you things that grow on the earth, bless  the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you fountains, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you seas and rivers, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you whales and all that move in the waters, bless  the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O all you birds of the air, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O all you beasts and cattle, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever...

O you servants of the Lord, bless the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you spirits and souls of the righteous, bless ye the Lord, praise and exalt Him above all for ever.

O you holy and humble men of heart, bless ye the Lord: praise and exalt Him above all for ever...

O give thanks unto the Lord, because He is gracious: for His loving-kindness lasts forever.

 

--the alleged song of the men who sang while in the fiery furnace.  From an apocryphal section inserted after Daniel 3:23.