Happy Valentine’s Day
February 14, 2020
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You gotta have heart
February 13, 2020
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Wednesday weirdness
February 12, 2020If you’re old enough to have studied Latin back in your youth, this should bring back memories.
(UPDATE: The video I originally posted was far superior to this one, but YouTube deleted it for some reason.)
Amo, amas, I love a lass
As a cedar tall and slender;
Sweet cowslip’s grace is her nominative case,
And she’s of the feminine gender.
Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
Harum, scarum divo;
Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
Hic hoc horum genitivo.
Can I decline a nymph divine?
Her voice as a flute is dulcis.
Her oculus bright, her manus white,
And soft, when I tacto, her pulse is.
Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
Harum, scarum divo;
Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
Hic hoc horum genitivo.
Oh, how bella my puella,
I’ll kiss secula seculorum.
If I’ve luck, sir, she’s my uxor,
O dies benedictorum.
Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
Harum, scarum divo;
Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
Hic hoc horum genitivo.
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Sunday funnies
February 9, 2020
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Sunday musical offering
February 9, 2020
O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
They tell me of a home far away;
And they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,
They tell me of a land far away,
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day.
O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O they tell me of the King in His beauty there,
And they tell me that my eyes shall behold
Where He sits on a throne that is bright as the sun
In that city that is made of gold.
O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
2 Comments | comfort & joy, musical offerings | Tagged: Macalester College Choir, Shawn Kirchner | Permalink
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Monday chuckles
February 10, 2020An oldie but goodie. (WARNING: CRUDE LANGUAGE)
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