Sunny Winter Day in Michigan

Bright sunny days in Michigan are rare!  Today, I had to make myself stay at the computer to finish for Sunday and be at the multiple meetings that come along with my call.  Everything in me wants to go outside, put on a jacket and go for a run in Erie Metro Park! I know it’s beautiful run but can you imagine how good the coffee would be later!   Maybe I should listen to old Wordsworth and just go!

The Tables Turned

William Wordsworth

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun above the mountain’s head, A freshening lustre mellow through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!  He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth, our minds and hearts to bless – spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood may teach you more of man, of moral evil and of good, than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: – we murder to dissect.

Enough of science and of art; close up those barren leaves; come forth, and bring with you a heart that watches and receives.

The Tables Turned

William Wordsworth

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;

Or surely you’ll grow double:

Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;

Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun above the mountain’s head,

A freshening lustre mellow

Through all the long green fields has spread,

His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:

Come, hear the woodland linnet,

How sweet his music! on my life,

There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!

He, too, is no mean preacher:

Come forth into the light of things,

Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,

Our minds and hearts to bless—

Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,

Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;

Our meddling intellect

Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—

We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;

Close up those barren leaves;

Come forth, and bring with you a heart

That watches and receives.

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