peace breathes along the shade
of every hill,
the treetops of the glade
are hushed and still;
all woodland murmurs cease,
the birds to rest within the brake are gone.
be patient, weary heart -anon,
thou, too, shalt be at peace!
-j w goethe
...here are no lessons for the world, no disclosures to shock peoples. it is filled with trivial things, partly that no one mistake for history the bones from which some day a man may make history, and partly for the pleasure it gave me to recall the fellowship...
t. e. lawrence seven pillars of wisdom: a triumph
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