Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Dear George,   The Psalmist hath written:                                       If we had forgotten thy name                                                 O George,                                     Or spread forth our hands to                                                 Another candidate,                                     Would not God discover this?                                       For he knowest the secrets of the                                                  Heart.                                     Nay, for thy sake, O George we are slain                                                 All the day long,                                     And accounted as sheep for the                                                 Slaughter.                                                    Clap your hands all peoples!                                                 Shout to George with loud                                                 Songs of joy!                                     For George, the Most High, is                                                 Terrible,                                              A great king over all the earth.                                     He subdued peoples under us,                                        And nations under our feet.                                     He chooses our heritage for us,                                      The pride of Rove whom he love.   …or should have written.   Your admirer, Belacqua Jones                                                                                                                                                 5:49:45 PM    comment []

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