My family is approaching the one year anniversary of my uncle's death. He died in a tragic car accident, and left behind my wonderful aunt and two cousins. After his funeral my aunt sent her thank you notes on stationery with a poem that reminded her of Tinsley.
My Symphony
To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and reginement rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich;
To study hard, think quietly,
talk gently, act frankly;
to listen to stars and birds,
to babes and sages with open heart;
to bear all cheerfuly, do all bravely,
await occasions, hury never.
In a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony
-W.H. Channing
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