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"For what, we ask, is life
Without a touch of Poetry in it?
Hail, Poetry, thou heav’n-born maid!
Thou gildest e’en the pirate’s trade.
Hail, flowing fount of sentiment!
All hail! All hail! Divine emollient!"

-Gilbert and Sullivan-The Pirates of Penzance

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The Perch

Some say faith is but a farce,

A folly or a whim,

Yet I see it like a bird

Sitting on a limb.

He sits and sings upon his perch

As if he has no care,

For if his branch should break away,

He knows his wings are there.

So when trouble comes your way

And in fearful voice you call,

Rely on faith as a bird does wings,

And He will catch you if you fall.

For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard

you in all your ways. They will bear you up in their hands,

lest you strike your foot against a stone.

Psalms 91: 11-12

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"For what, we ask, is life Without a touch of Poetry in it? Hail, Poetry, thou heav’n-born maid! Thou gildest e’en the pirate’s trade. Hail, flowing fount of sentiment! All hail! All hail! Divine emollient!"