Margaret’s Song

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  There was a king in Thule,  True even to the grave;  To whom his dying mistress  A golden beaker gave.  At every feast he drained it,  Naught was to him so dear,  And often as he drained it,  Gush’d from his eyes the tear.  When death came, unrepining  His cities o’er he told;  All to his heir resigning,  Except his cup of gold.  With many a knightly vassal  At a royal feast sat he,  In yon proud hall ancestral,  In his castle o’er the sea.  Up stood the jovial monarch,  And quaff’d his last life’s glow,  Then hurled the hallow’d goblet  Into the flood below.  He saw it splashing, drinking,  And plunging in the sea;  His eyes meanwhile were sinking,  And never again drank he. “Margaret’s Song” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) in “Faust. Part I.”

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Friends,

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

I am preparing to teach a class this fall and could you YOUR help. Would you please take a moment and answer the following questions in the "Comments" section below this post, please? This is NOT a joke. (You should be able to post anonymously if you wish.)

1. Do you share your faith regularly?

2. Why or why not?

3. What's the main reason why you don't?

Your help is greatly appreciated! Thank you!

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