'What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze
Unto an isle so long unknown,
And yet far kinder than our own?
Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks,
That lift the deep upon their backs,
He lands us on a grassy stage,
Safe from the storms' and prelates' rage:
He gave us this eternal Spring
Which here enamels everything,
And sends the fowls to us in care
On daily visits through the air:
He hangs in shades the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night...
There is always a route out of it although most routes are murky. But I'm just aiming to blog my way through mine during 2010 and see what happens - follow if the journey appeals - or dip in maybe. The photo is Grafton Beach, Tobago, through the garden.
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