"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~
My Love is neither young nor old, Not fiery-hot nor frozen-cold, But fresh and fair as springing briar Blooming the fruit of love’s desire; Not snowy white nor rosy red, But fair enough for shepherd’s bed; And such a love was never seen On hill or dale or country-green. - Robert Jones (1601)
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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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