It was a sunny day in a garden resembling paradise. Couples were walking slowly around on narrow paths, enjoying themselves and the warm hand to hold. The bees were buzzing and the birds had been up since 5 o clock. There were colours, smells, silence. And there were beauty. "When we get married," the handsome young man said, "I want you to wear those." The young lady smiled at the beautiful pearls he had picked out for her. They were magnificent magnolias.
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lovely.
When I was at school we sang; "Daisies are our silver, Buttercups our gold"
Anji, can you give me the rest of that song? Sounds very pretty :-)
Daisies are our silver,
Buttercups our gold:
This is all the treasure
We can have or hold.
Raindrops are our diamonds
And the morning dew;
While for shining sapphires
We've the speedwell blue.
These shall be our emeralds–
Leaves so new and green;
Roses make the reddest
Rubies ever seen.
God, who gave these treasures
To your children small,
Teach us how to love them
And grow like them all.
Make us bright as silver:
Make us good as gold;
Warm as summer roses
Let our hearts unfold.
Gay as leaves in April,
Clear as drops of dew–
God, who made the speedwell,
Keep us true to you.
We sang it in morning service in primary school and I've just learnt that it was written by Jan Struther which was the pseudonym of Joyce Maxtone Graham 1901-1953 who wrote 'Mrs Miniver'
I also discovered that she wrote my other favourite hymn of all time "When a knight won his spurs"
When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold;
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand
For God and for valour he rode through the land.
No charger have I, and no sword by my side,
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,
Though back into storyland giants have fled,
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.
Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
'Gainst the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed;
And let me set free, with the sword of my youth,
From the castle of darkness the power of the truth.
Can you imagine how magical that was to a 9 year old?
Me again, I found them here; http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/writers.html
all about women writers.
Incredible! Thanks a lot for sharing :-)
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