Sunday, July 30, 2017
Sunday Sermon
Robert Burns (1759-1796), "The Holy Fair," stanza XIII (lines 109-117):
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Hear how he clears the points o' Faith
Wi' rattlin an' thumpin!
Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath,
He's stampan, an' he's jumpan!
His lengthen'd chin, his turn'd up snout,
His eldritch squeel an' gestures,
O how they fire the heart devout,
Like cantharidian plaisters
On sic a day!
