Nov 04, 2008 21:45
Still on hiatus, but a thought about tonight, from Wordsworth:
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven!--Oh! times,
In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways
Of custom, law, and statute, took at once
The attraction of a country in romance!
. . .
Not favoured spots alone, but the whole earth,
The beauty wore of promise, that which sets
(As at some moment might not be unfelt
Among the bowers of paradise itself)
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
What temper at the prospect did not wake
To happiness unthought of? . . .
Now was it that both found, the meek and lofty
Did both find, helpers to their heart's desire,
And stuff at hand, plastic as they could wish;
Were called upon to exercise their skill,
Not in Utopia, subterranean fields,
Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!
But in the very world, which is the world
Of all of us,--the place where in the end
We find our happiness, or not at all!
:)
A not entirely ecstatic thought: this is idealism seen from the outside, and it's equally a celebration of hope and a warning about elevated expectations. But that's in keeping, I think, with Obama's speech tonight.
ETA: President-elect Obama, that is. Oh, my God. *bursts into tears*