Epiphany, Come Let us Adore Him!
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There fared a mother driven forthOut of an inn to roam;In the place where she was homelessAll men are at home.The crazy stable close at hand,With shaking timber and shifting sand,Grew a stronger thing to abide and standThan the square stones of Rome. For men are homesick in their homes,And strangers under the sun,And they
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“Therefore [Iluvatar] willed that the hearts of Men should seek beyond the world and should find no rest therein…[thus] the sons of Men die indeed, and leave the world; wherefore they are called the Guests, or the Strangers. Death is their fate, the gift of Iluvatar, which as Time wears even the Powers shall envy” (Silmarillion,
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