Every Changing Hour

“There is a flower, a little flower 

With silver crest and golden eye, 

That welcomes every changing hour, 

And weathers every sky.”

~ James Montgomery

. . . . .

As it draws closer

how radiant it comes,

how easily too, it evanesces

and with it an infinite number

of irresistible impressions.

The year two thousand and eleven

lapsing into a sluggish, sallow fatigue,

posessing its own private gravity

where pensive words inspire affection –

bearing an expression of my deepest regard.

. . . . .

“D  a  i  s  i  e  s   i  n  f  i  n  i  t  e 

Uplift in praise their little growing hands, 

O'er every hill that under heaven expands.” 

~ Ebenezer Elliot