|Morning All Over the World|
|No matter how overpowering midnight's darkness may
seem, dear heart, you must never forget that it's always
morning somewhere in the world. -- Susan Matthews
|Sun rises above the clouds, Aberdare National Park, Kenya, Africa|
|Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, CA, USA|
|Morning light at the Grand Canyon National Park, USA|
|San Diego, CA, USA|
|Daybreak - Mississippi River Bridge at New Orleans, LA, USA|
|Rising sun reflected on the windows of the
National Botanic Gardens, Dublin, Ireland
|Saburu Hills, Kenya, Africa|
|With the exception of the New Orleans photo, the images on this page are courtesy of Kepguru.
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|Excerpt from "Intimations of Immortality"
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; the Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting, and cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home;
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, he sees it in his joy;
The youth, who daily farther from the east must travel, still is Nature's priest,
And by the vision splendid is on his way attended;
At length, the man perceives it die away, and fade into the light of common day.
|What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy, which having been, must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death, in years that bring the philosophic mind.
|The innocent brightness of a new-born Day is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the smallest flower that grows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
-- William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850
|The day begins in Paris, France|
|Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming, USA|
|Morning sun breaks through the clouds - Istanbul, Turkey|
|First light - French Quarter, New Orleans, LA, USA|
|First light peeks over the canyon walls - Grand Canyon National Park, USA|
|Paris, France - Eiffel Tower is in the distance|