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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The end?

"For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard–
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Amen."
Posted by anti at 9:14 AM

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