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Macdougall's Boon
Upon the path to self-destruction, noticed I, a quaint obstruction. Barrin' me to stay my course was fear, envy, doubt and remorse. "Imagine it!" to meself says I, "Tis for these thing' I long to die." An' so, I set me down to think. "This bodes not well! Were't the drink?" When at that moment, me eyes was soak't, an' a blazin' tow'r o' fire an' smoke appeared 'afore my sot'n feet an' I prayed: "Dear Lord! My soul do keep!" As I fumbled the words to the prayer of the Lord, bespoke he to me: "What are ye here for?" Now, gath'rin me wits with me eyes from the floor, Ah I cleared me throat, an' this I swore: "Dear God Almighty, can ye' please forgive this trespass. As you see, I know not what I bargained for, and I am sorry, my dear Lord." Quite sober now as I could be, the Lord then spoke these words to me; "My child, from where thy feet now stand, look to the east, where sun meets land. Beyond those hills I raised of yore, there once were lands, that are, no more. Tongues that are no longer spoken and vows that are, many, long since broken. Now look to the west, where the sun meets the sea. There are mountains yet raised known only to me. Cities to come, that shall never be, and races of man, that no man shall see." He paused, and I reflected on these, then he added, to sum it all up, it seemed; "Ages before I had ever begun, I knew this very day would come. I chose this hour, I chose this place, and I chose you to recieve this grace. So, be not troubled, child of mine. You were meant to be here, at this time. Do you still want to throw yourself from on high?" "Dear Lord no! I don't want to die! Now, more than ever, I want to live! And I fell to my knees, and I worshiped him.
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