I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's returning march, And woods were brightened, and soft gales Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
Who will carry the torch of the Western tradition? Who will stand up to hold and protect its values? Quizzically, one need go not West, but rather East, to find the answer.
In humility there is wisdom, and in wisdom there is a much greater likelihood for peace and joy and forgiveness and reconciliation – all of which are conspicuously absent in the modern world.
No longer is it about a liberal or a conservative worldview, for the two have begun to move in the same direction, namely towards a larger, more open, and more globalized future.
I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade Thy western window, Chapel of St. John! And hear its leaves repeat their benison On him, whose hand thy stones memorial laid; Then I remember one of whom was said In the world's darkest hour, "Behold thy son!" And see him living still, and wandering on And waiting for the advent long delayed. Not only tongues of the apostles teach Lessons of love and light, but these expanding And sheltering boughs with all their leaves implore, And say in language clear as human speech, "The peace of God, that passeth understanding, Be and abide with you forevermore!" ____________________ Thank you for stopping by! If you are enjoying Further In, be sure to stop by regularly. Leave us a comment, follow us on Twitter @further_in, or send us an email at email@example.com. If you love us, let us know. … Continue reading H.W. Longfellow: St. Johns, Cambridge