Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places,
The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces;
Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming,
We turn to the dearest of paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming.

November Evening~

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Sleep warm and comfortably as the fire
crackles and the silver moon shines down upon us,
and dream of nights we hope hasten on
Evenings with honeysuckle in the air and fireflies winking everywhere.

~From The Old Farmhouse~

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Little white churches, general stores, old barns and farmhouses...they are sadly fading into the past. They charmed and graced the countryside of the America we once knew.

~Times sure ain't like they used to be~
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Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God. For it is certain that we brought nothing into this world, and we will carry nothing out. The most important thing to do here on earth is to determine where you will spend eternity, either in heaven or hell. I think we should get ready, cause it's almost time to leave.

~One day we will put out the last watchfires and go home~
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I'll be out in the fields at midnight watching the big fat orange man in the moon...With one black cat and a hundred thousand fireflies.

~By The Light Of The Moon~
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Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.

Gaelic Blessing~