To-day’s most trivial act may hold the seed
Of future fruitfulness, or future dearth;
Oh, cherish always every word and deed!
The simplest record of thyself hath worth.
If thou hast ever slighted one old thought,
Beware lest Grief enforce the truth at last;
The time must come wherein thou shalt be taught
The value and the beauty of the Past…
Sunday Sayings: An extract from Henry Timrod’s “The Past” to accompany this line up of seedheads of Anise Hyssop. [and since its not gardening weather, am seeking out the artful forms for a Plant Art gallery over on my garden blog]
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