So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
While we were in Ohio over Thanksgiving, we collected some Osage Oranges to make Christmas decorations. Here is the result of Sally's creativity. The red berries are from Nandena (Heavenly bamboo).
