Let not Ambition mock their useful Toil,
Their homely Joys and Destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful Smile,
The short and simple Annals of the Poor.
The Boast of Heraldry, the Pomp of Pow'r,
And all that Beauty, all that Wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable Hour.
The Paths of Glory lead but to the Grave.
- Thomas Grey, "An Elegy Wrote in a Country Church Yard" (1751)
© 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Their homely Joys and Destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful Smile,
The short and simple Annals of the Poor.
The Boast of Heraldry, the Pomp of Pow'r,
And all that Beauty, all that Wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable Hour.
The Paths of Glory lead but to the Grave.
- Thomas Grey, "An Elegy Wrote in a Country Church Yard" (1751)
Land belongs not to one people, but to all people. This earth is not man's home, but his tomb. It is for their tombs these men are fighting. There is nothing so horrible in this world as the tomb, the abode of the decaying bodies of men.
- 'Abdu'l-Baha, Paris Talks© 2009 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Great photo. How the snow both makes this a sad and desolate place - and at the same time offers a comforting blanket.
ReplyDelete...the photo is intense. Very cool!
ReplyDeletevery powerful post....i find that there is something terribly beautiful with respect to a graveyard in the snow.....
ReplyDeleteVery powerful.
ReplyDeleteI find myself gravitating to grave yards when I am in a new place, tavelling. I find them to be a place of please and rich in history and stories. Your photo took my breath away. It stirs the imagination and heart. So many stories ... if gravestones could whisper ... I enjoy your blog.
ReplyDeleteits seems even the dead are jostling for space.. lovely picture.
ReplyDeletethis photo touches me, but you already knew that!
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