Good morning from a very dusky Florida radio station.
Latin George, Thanks for your comment on Manhattan Transfer, and I really enjoyed Norah Jones' song.
Happy Easter, everyone:
as edgar/ Mark and I decided once long ago, one doesn't need to be a theist to
enjoy church music.
Like the wind, I still have faith in things unseen.
Izz with a y, your first reference didn't work, but you sent me searching:
My Native Land Poem by Sir Walter Scott
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
Now, a memory of another day:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvVr2uks0C8
The clergy approved of that song, but were a bit disappointed that the song didn't feature the resurrection of Jesus:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oN77HjfAc8k
