Wednesday, July 4, 2012

My Country, 'Tis of Thee

Sometimes as I walk along the beach, the quiet of the day brings phrases and melodies into my mind. This was the stanza that began to form in my brain and I walked home singing it to myself. I feel every word!

My native country, thee
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills.

My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above. 

-Samuel F. Smith, 1808-1895

 - Kirstin
PS Found some sea glass this morning... it was a beautifully low tide, not much glass, just lots of smooth sand!


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