Thursday, March 20, 2014
from Yeats--"Radical Innocence"
Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is heaven's will,
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
W. B. Yeats, Prayer for my Daughter
(picture found on internet)
(picture found on internet)
