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Last night it made me sad to think that I would once again miss out on my weekly worship today, this time on account of my nephrolithic debility, and this was but the capstone on many regrets upon which I have brooded for days. I had finished both Gone for Soldiers and The Book of Bebb and reached over to the book pile on my side of the bed to see what there was, came up with Æ's Song and Its Fountains, and knew I would have to share this with you today, though I didn't realize it wasn't on line and I would have to type it myself rather than copy and paste it.

Be not so desolate
Because thy dreams have flown,
And the hall of the heart is empty
And silent as stone,
As age left by children
Sad and alone. ( Read more... )