Go, sit upon the lofty hill,

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.



Hear not the wind -- view not the woods;
Look out o'er vale and hill-
In spring, the sky encircled them --
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn's scathe -- come winter's cold --
Come change -- and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne'er be desolate.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

We capped off our Columbus Day Weekend with a picnic up a local mountain.
Glorious.

Dawn  – (October 12, 2010 at 5:35 PM)  

Wow...look at that view! How beautiful! I love the poem to.

Tammy  – (October 13, 2010 at 9:41 AM)  

I'm thinking our girls are very much alike, lol. Whenever we head out into nature, they always take their nature drawing or writing books, too, and Emily takes her harmonica so we can have some pretty music. :)

The view from where you were is gorgeous!

Susan  – (October 13, 2010 at 8:39 PM)  

Oooo, what a perfect holiday! --My kind exactly. Love the E.B.Browning poem (it may become copywork for my kids this week :-)

renee ~ heirloom seasons  – (October 13, 2010 at 10:33 PM)  

So beautiful, and I love that the violin came along!

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