"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

The Longest Day

A lovely morn! The summer night is gone;
How hushed and still is all the world
In wonder at the dawn.
Haiku - anon

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