A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree Oh willow, willow, willow With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, Oh willow, willow, willow.
A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree Oh willow, willow, willow With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, Oh willow, willow, willow.
The deepest rivers make least din, The silent soule doth most abound in care.
We wanted them to be something special for this anniversary and we thought about how it would be to give everyone a high five for their efforts. We talked about what we wanted and then I took the idea to Jay Soule, a commercial artist in Victoria, and he had something worked up for me in about a half hour.
We will endeavour to shew how the aire and genious of Gardens operate upon humane spirits towards virtue and sancitie, I meane in a remote, preparatory and instrumentall working. How Caves, Grotts, Mounts, and irregular ornaments of Gardens do contribute to contemplative and philosophical Enthusiasms how Elysium, Antrum, Nemus, Paradysus, Hortus, Lucus, c.,signifie all of them rem sacram et divinam for these expedients do influence the soule and spirits of man, and prepare them for converse with good Angells besides which, they contribute to the lesse abstracted pleasures, phylosophy naturall and longevitie.
I thinke the soule to be nothing but Light.
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