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Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
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I loved and love Scotland. Never got to any of the Hebrides, but I was delighted to wander about the foothills of Ben Nevis outside of Ft. William. Glorious, even when overcast.
And so the tugs continue...
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