It's a good day to be an American. Lu and I will laze about today, enjoying our freedoms and blessings. She's making a stromboli. Sarge and MIL are coming over later for dinner at Casa Six. The 49ers are 4 and 1. The Rangers clinched the ALCS last night. My daughter and grandchildren are only a month away from a visit. Angus awoke me this morning with a joyful kiss and an invitation to go outside and play.
I think I will.
The best of Sundays to you my friends and may your blessings flow like rain.
Six
The Portent
Horace, BK. V. Ode 20.
"The Prophet and the Country"
From "Debits and Credits" (1919-1923)
Oh, late withdrawn from human-kind
And following dreams we never knew!
Varus, what dream has Fate assigned
To trouble you?
Such virtue as commends of law
Of Virtue to the vulgar horde
Suffices not. You needs must draw
A righteous sword;
And, flagrant in well-doing, smite
The priests of Bacchus at their fane,
Lest any worshipper invite
The God again.
Whence public strife and naked crime
And-deadlier than the cup you shun--
A people schooled to mock, in time,
All law--not one.
Cease, then, to fashion State-made sin,
Nor give thy children cause to doubt
That Virtue springs from Iron within--
Not lead without.
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