An anthem from the past
Is a requiem for tomorrow
Unbridled, holy mass
Of sweet and bitter sorrow
Do not think too dearly
Of the things that came before
Lest your elegies too nearly
Would speak only of a life of yore
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Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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