A couple of nights ago, as I was getting ready for bed, a song from decades past popped into my head. It has a dissonant, forlorn tune*, which somewhat matched my mood. I think I sang it as part of high school all-state honor choir. Its lyrics are from George Eliot's poem, "The Choir Invisible". I found myself singing the last stanza of her poem: May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense! So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. The poet talks about what she hopes her legacy is after she dies. Think about the many who "live again" when we remember the legacy that they leave us. Someone famous? A loved one? Someone taken too soon by a disease or by violence? The start of her poem is: O may I ...
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