The American Spectator

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(Page 7 of 15)

br> -- Janet M. Stroble br> Williamsport, Pennsylvania /p>

Your "American Miracle" essay is (yet another) gem. So well-written, and expressing an obvious truth that we too often forget; freedom IS precious and in this, Americans are exceptionally blessed. Keep it up, as always.

But you know, thinking about how you must have felt opening the hate mail, I am moved to do something that I do not normally do, which is to pass along to you a poem [written for my wife of 32 years, not for you, sir!! :)] that has nothing whatsoever to do with you or your essay or with politics or commentary, but is merely the most calming, cleansing image I know, and which I thus share with you as a balm to try to compensate, if only for an instant, for the ugliness created by the hate mail. Let all that, too, "blink and disappear":

SONG

p>My love, come with me br> Far, far away to the sea of a secret, distant time. br> We shall slip through the folds of hidden years -- br> Centuries blink and disappear. . . . /p> p>And there, in the calm of a wind-sheltered cove br> We shall rest our over-weary hands, br> Bathe our thoughts in tides beyond torment

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