"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
fly not through the mad waters of despair
batter not your wings in the torrent of fear
plunge not for life and death through the foam of abandonment
he is risen.
tá súil agam go bhfuil tú go maith.
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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