Sunday Kipling

It's Easter Sunday and I hope you are all enjoying it with friends, family and loved ones. It has been officially declared as Unlimited Chocolate Day here for the Six clan so the kids are amped. They had an egg hunt yesterday and there will be a second today. Baskets have been packed, chocolate bunnies tethered, eggs dyed and peeps penned. I anticipate an energetic, sugar fueled day. Angus is psyched at the very thought of so much candy tantalizingly within reach of a dog with a bottomless stomach and a quick move.

May the Lord's blessings be with each and every one of you and a special prayer to all those in harms way for a safe day and a quick return to their families.

Six

The City of Sleep

("The Brushwood Boy" -- The Day's Work)


Over the edge of the purple down,
  Where the single lamplight gleams,
Know ye the road to the Merciful Town
  That is hard by the Sea of Dreams --
Where the poor may lay their wrongs away,
  And the sick may forget to weep?
But we -- pity us! Oh, pity us!
  We wakeful; ah, pity us! --
We must go back with Policeman Day --
  Back from the City of Sleep!

Weary they turn from the scroll and crown,
  Fetter and prayer and plough --
They that go up to the Merciful Town,
  For her gates are closing now.
It is their right in the Baths of Night
  Body and soul to steep,
But we -- pity us! ah, pity us!
  We wakeful; ah, pity us! --
We must go back with Policeman Day --
  Back from the City of Sleep!

Over the edge of the purple down,
  Ere the tender  dreams begin,
Look -- we may look -- at the Merciful Town,
  But we may not enter in!
Outcasts all, from her guarded wall
  Back to our watch we creep:
We -- pity us! ah, pity us!
  We wakeful; ah, pity us! --
We that go back with Policeman Day --
  Back from the City of Sleep!