Poems
“The winds embrace you, my lover
And the quiet stars bless,
Noons touch you with ardour
And dawns with tenderness
...
O mould with me a timeless love:
That we, the time-accursed,
May mock the sad and fleeting hours
And bid death do his worst.
But the hours embrace you, my lover
And the grave seasons bless,
The years touch you with wisdom
And death with gentleness.” George Mackay Brown
"The difference is that
we have got
The Maxim gun and they have
not." G.K. Chesterton
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