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At 9:33am on September 20, 2009, chris smith said…
Old but classic poem
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!
The Druid Prayer
Grant Oh God Thy protection
And in protection — strength:
And in strength — understanding:
And in understanding — knowledge:
And in knowledge — the knowledge of justice:
And in the knowledge of justice — the love of it:
And in the love of it — the love of all existences:
And in the love of all existences — the love of God and of all goodness.
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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!
Grant Oh God Thy protection
And in protection — strength:
And in strength — understanding:
And in understanding — knowledge:
And in knowledge — the knowledge of justice:
And in the knowledge of justice — the love of it:
And in the love of it — the love of all existences:
And in the love of all existences — the love of God and of all goodness.
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