Mrs. Teabody "Shall Squander Life No More"
How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before. Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day. - A.E. Housman Good Morning from our icy-aired, snow-covered mountain--a perfect sendoff weather-wise for the final day of the year, don't you agree? My advanced years mean a less than perfect memory but photographs spur thoughts and it never hurts to take stock, don't you agree, if for no other reason than to remind oneself to squander life no more? I a