“Tis but thy name that is my enemy.”

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

— Juliet, in William Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”

 

Photo: Ignacio P. Camarlench: “Una Rosa,” 1894

 

 

 

“Mother’s Love” (author unknown)

“Mother’s Love” (author unknown)

Her love is like
an island in life’s ocean,
vast and wide.
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
‘Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.
Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro’ the changing scenes of life
I find a haven there.

 

Photo credit:  “Peasant Mother,” 1894″ by Fritz von Uhde

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