"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy (St. Francis)."
Showing posts with label Ireland. Show all posts
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Monday, May 27, 2013
Sunday, January 8, 2012
W.B. Yeats (1865-1939)
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William Butler Yeats |
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. Added 1/8/2012
Photo: The photo used in this post of W.B. Yeats is in the Public Domain because the copyright has expired and it was obtained from Wikipedia.
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