Do not despise the day of small things --
A scribbled page, a brick laid,
The record of a dollar paid.
Plodding steps will always bring
The finish nigh. So let us tell
How tiny deeds composed great feats,
Raising London's bomb-rent streets,
The burnt temple of Ariel1.
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1. Ariel, the city where David dwelt, i.e. Jerusalem. (See Isaiah 29.)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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4 comments:
Damn, I like that.
Yay! Actually, I hesitated to post this. Poetry isn't really my thing, and I wasn't sure if people would get oblique references to World War 2 and (relatively) obscure biblical references.
I'll second that emotion.
I'll second that yay!
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