Excuse the Language…
Enjoy the poem. Girls Who Read:
“If”
by Rudyard Kipling:
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Beyond the count of years I walked the world, and my children built their shrines to me. Decades and centuries and millennia pass, and still the shrines are built. Temples insubstantial to men, clear to my eyes. No foundations or walls or roofs, but shrines nonetheless. Holy ground, consecrated Today, every day, somewhere in the…
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The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,His hair was like a light.(O weary, weary were the world,But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breastHis hair was like a star.(O stern and cunning are the kings,But here the true hearts are.) The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart,His hair was like a fire.(O weary, weary…
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