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To: Neocon who wrote (168994)	8/8/2001 4:07:03 PM
From: ColtonGang	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 769667

H W Longfellow (1807-1882) The Reaper and the Flowers There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child." "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear." And the mother gave, in tears and pain, The flowers she most did love; She knew she should find them all again In the fields of light above. O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day; 'T was an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away.

To: Neocon who wrote (168994)	8/8/2001 5:21:18 PM
From: Gordon A. Langston	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 769667

L'ARBRE FEE DE BOURLEMONT SONG OF THE CHILDREN Now what has kept your leaves so green, Arbre Fee de Bourlemont? The children's tears! They brought each grief, And you did comfort them and cheer Their bruised hearts, and steal a tear That healed rose a leaf. And what has built you up so strong, Arbre Fee de Bourlemont? The children's love! They've loved you long: Ten hundred years, in sooth, They've nourished you with praise and song, And warmed your heart and kept it young- A thousand years of youth! Bide alway green in our young hearts, Arbre Fee de Bourlemont! And we shall alway youthful be, Not heeding Time his flight; And when in exile wand'ring we Shall fainting yearn for glimpse of thee, a rise upon our sight!