THE POET'S QUARRY

Blessed is he who after death can approach       The LORD and find friendship in the Father's embrace. Lines 187-188

  Prayers pour through my mind  like sand down through an hourglass

The Truth is clear A lmighty God rules over mankind and always has. Lines 700-702

My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. The horses strained at his cl...

... May one so valiant and venturesome come unharmed through the clash of battle ...  Lines 299 - 300

                        ... no weapons, therefore, for either this night: unarmed he shall face me if face me he dares. And may the D...

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