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The Last Rose of Summer (SwittersB)

 

I saw this today, provided as a form of farewell tribute for a sweet woman, Marianne Matthews, that had just passed. Included was her rendition of The Last Rose of Summer, sung in 1954. I found it touching enough to share.

‘Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o’er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love’s shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone? 

Maggies Farm


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What Magic Lurks Inside

Not to pull you away from the Magic looming beyond the arch, but that arch suggests so much doesn’t it? Time, weather, magic, and design. Such things are beyond my ability to fathom. So, when I came upon a site explaining design, math and construction I thought I would share it with those of you that can not only write well but comprehend mathematics. Now go back to the Magic and writer’s imagination.

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