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Poem for Wednesday and Brookside Spring Season

Lights Out
By Henry van Dyke

"Lights out" along the land,
"Lights out" upon the sea.
The night must put her hiding hand
O’er peaceful towns where children sleep,
And peaceful ships that darkly creep
Across the waves, as if they were not free.

The dragons of the air,
The hell-hounds of the deep,
Lurking and prowling everywhere,
Go forth to seek their helpless prey,
Not knowing whom they maim or slay—
Mad harvesters, who care not what they reap.

Out with the tranquil lights,
Out with the lights that burn
For love and law and human rights!
Set back the clock a thousand years:
All they have gained now disappears,
And the dark ages suddenly return.

Kaiser who loosed wild death,
And terror in the night—
God grant you draw no quiet breath,
Until the madness you began
Is ended, and long-suffering man,
Set free from war lords, cries, "Let there be Light."


I slept late Tuesday, in part because I was really tired and in part because I had several cats decide I made a good heating blanket when the temperature dropped below 70. So apart from things that had to get done, it was not an eventful day. I did take a long walk because the weather was so nice and we're moving from daffodil and magnolia season into tulip and dogwood season, with azaleas just about to arrive.

apaulled made Boston food for dinner belatedly for Patriots' Day (baked beans, brown bread, veggie chowder). Afterward we watched this week's episodes of The Flash (we should've known that about Nora before, writers) and Fosse/Verdon (more about her career, less about her love life, writers) around the remainder of this season's The Tick (all pretty awesome). Spring color from Brookside on Sunday:








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