When I think of Rudyard Kipling (12/30/1865 – 1/18/1936), I think of the last stanza of Gunga Dinfirst:
’E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.
’E put me safe inside,
An’ just before ’e died,
“I ’ope you liked your drink”, sez Gunga Din.
So I’ll meet ’im later on
At […]
We had an awesome soloist in church this morning who sang “Jesus, Oh What a Wonderful Child” and “Not Too Far From Here“. Of course, this is not the singer I saw this morning, but still wanted to share the song, so I found a good youtube:
(links to youtube are in the song names […]
Today is the birthday of British pacifist, feminist, poet, and novelist. Vera Brittain. She is best know for her largely autobiographical work is TESTAMENT OF YOUTH (1933), a story of ‘the lost generation’ and the irrevocable changes in her life caused by World War I. This is a poem she wrote in memory […]
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me,–as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun
To races nurtured in the dark;–
How would your own begin?
Can blaze be done in cochineal,
Or noon in mazarin?
Whatever she meant by that, Happy Birthday, Emily