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A Blessing

Brother Sun and Sister Moon
Shine on the people of this world.
Let them recall the smells of spring
On cold and drear November days.

And let them hear the baby’s cry,
That all the hounds of hell defy,
And give them all the boons of love –
For love is really all we are –

The tiny gestures — the glance, the word –
That will in memory recur.
And deep amidst the fears of night
Bring a holy glimmer of delight.

 

 

 

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John Marks

Tue 23rd Jun 2020 17:53

Thank you Adam. An honour indeed. Blake's songs and prophetic books have inspired me, and offered me consolation, for half a century.


He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

William Blake

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Adam Whitworth

Tue 23rd Jun 2020 12:10

Nice one John.

I'm picking up my copy of William Blake's collected works

and glueing it in as an extra page.

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