A little inspiration for Monday
May 11, 2020
“Come, my friends,
T’is not too late to seek a newer world,
Push off, and sitting well in order,
Smite the sounding furrows,
For my purpose holds,
To sail beyond the sunset,
And the baths of all the western stars,
Until I die.”
-Tennyson
Gunsmoke and Knitting 
My favorite, by Stevenson,
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Nice, thanks.