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05 Jul 04 - 10:14 AM (#1219520) Subject: Lyr Add: A song of lost treasure From: GUEST,InOBU Here's a new song about the loss of windows from the 1850's in our meeting house, discarded after objections in Business Meetings were just shoved aside in a campaign of fear, typical of US political campaigns, wherein images of Friend's School children being killed by falling glass or poisoned by toxic paint. It was a matter of money, simple money, while our school is among the most expensive in the nation ... the meeting could not find a way to restore the windows, though, at the schools behest, scores of identical windows were replaced in the school building, No attempt was made to cull good wood from the old school windows to replace the rotted parts of the Meeting House windows. These glass pains which cast light on Fredrick Douglas and Rufus Jones, which cast patterns of light around the room, are now replaced by double pane glass, with heavy frames, replacing the feather light -- now extinct long leaf pine of America's virgin forests... Ah hell. Cheers Larry Tune... low lands of Holland. Come all ye Friends that worship here, a warning take by me Ne'r mistake a compromise, for a meeting's unity And if you do, just cast your gaze, on the flat and plastic frost Of the new meeting house windows, and recall the light now lost How many an early meeting, I would watch the sparkling light cast upon the walls, by ancient glass, and wonder at the sight For in that dancing image, I would call back from days gone by the amused glint, and gentle wit, in Friend Ruth Embesi's eye Or like ripples on the water, I would see a summer's day When Quaker children upon retreat, would pass the time away drifting on some sun lit lake, and dream of stories of our past of Indian's and pioneers, in stories Anna Curtis cast The shimmering light could paint a form, and a vision come to mind Of Peter Fingesten's rowdy wit, his wisdom to unwind Or gentle strength, as in the day, when soldier's on the run would find a haven and a path away from the abandoned gun What ever could replace the loss of so many a crystal sprite Each passing year, a chapter here, in dancing shade and light The living glass was etched or shaped by passing joy or pain The river of our meetings past in those specters would remain There were those who saw reflected here a far off dangerous day When abolition's gallant few, stood here their piece to say They passed their memories on to us, to pass on to other days How oft I'd see those things they saw in a morning's splendid rays As metaphor of the modern age, these windows are now lost The artificial light now shines on all that we have lost In passing down new memories to the children we may say Not all that's new is better don't let treasures slip away |
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06 Jul 04 - 07:21 AM (#1219834) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: A song of lost treasure From: SINSULL Nice, Larry. |
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06 Jul 04 - 07:41 AM (#1219841) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: A song of lost treasure From: A Wandering Minstrel How true Larry! Alas my old Friends School has now totally passed from use and only the meeting house remains. This was a gentle memory Friend |
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06 Jul 04 - 05:54 PM (#1220193) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: A song of lost treasure From: Áine Simply, beautiful. Thank you so much, a stór. Le grá, Áine |
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13 Jul 04 - 11:53 AM (#1224641) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: A song of lost treasure From: katlaughing Larry, thanks for the PM. Knowing some of the story behind it makes it even more poignant and beautiful. More by PM later today, my friend. luvyakat |