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.”

i want to be a bookmark in God's book of life.

I love a good book.
Here are some splendid quotes gleaned from the Free Book page at Monergism:

"I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library." -- Jorge Luis Borges

"Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested."
-- Francis Bacon. 1561-1626. Of Studies.

"Too many books, not enough time."

"Where is human nature so weak as in a bookstore?" --Henry Ward Beecher

Beware that you are not swallowed up in books! An ounce of love is worth a pound of knowledge.
-- John Wesley (1703-1791)

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