"One truth: that the mind is below truth, not above it, and is bound, not to descant upon it, but to venerate it; that truth and falsehood are set before us for the trial of our hearts." ~Bl. John Henry Newman
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Miriam Gianna is four today. For her, this first half of Emily Dickinson's poem. The whole poem is here.
29 - Have You Got a Brook in your Little Heart
Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so?
And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there; And yet your little draught of life Is daily drunken there.