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07 Aug 99 - 01:18 AM (#102979) Subject: From: katlaughing Soon as the eve'ning shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth.
While all the stars that round her burn - Joseph Addison - 1672-1719
Song No. 18 from the Natural Course in Music Found at a library sale |
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07 Aug 99 - 01:45 AM (#102982) Subject: RE: Thought for the day-August 7th From: OSh Beautiful, Kat! This is a personal favorite. I am the mountainy singer-- The voice of the peasants dream, The cry of the wind on the wooded hill, The leap of the fish in the stream. Quite and love I sing-- The carn on the mountain crest, The cailin in her lover's arms, The child at its mothers breast. Beauty and peace I sing-- The fire on the open hearth, the cailleach spinning at her wheel, The plough in the broken earth. Travail and pain I sing-- The bride on the childing bed, The dark man laboring at his rhymes, The ewe in the lambing shed. Sorrow and death I sing-- The canker come on the corn, The fisher lost in the mountain loch, The cry at the mouth of the morn. No other life I sing, For I am the sprung of the stock, That broke the hilly land for bread, And built the nest in the rock! --Joseph Campbell John OSh |
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07 Aug 99 - 09:30 AM (#103001) Subject: RE: Thought for the day-August 7th From: katlaughing That's beautiful, John! Thanks for sharing it. kat |