Tuesday musings – 10/30/12

“Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,

. . .

He gain’d from Heav’n (’twas all he wish’d) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,

(There they alike in trembling hope repose)

The bosom of his Father and his God.”

— Thomas Gray, “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”

“He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.”

— W. H. Auden, “Funeral Blues”
You are not forgotten, my friend. While I live, you shall not die.

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