{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_616/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_616","id":"gutenberg_616","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/616","summary":null,"tags":["Category: British Literature","Category: Poetry","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Christianity","Prayers","Sabbath -- Poetry","Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 -- Travel -- Samoan Islands"],"text":"_Prayers Written At Vailima_ was transcribed from the 1916 Chatto &\nWindus edition by David Price, proofing by Stephen Booth.\n\n_A Lowden Sabbath Morn_ was transcribed from the 1898 Chatto & Windus\nedition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org\n\n                      [Picture: Public domain cover]\n\n\n\n\n\n                                 PRAYERS\n                            WRITTEN AT VAILIMA\n                                   and\n                                 A LOWDEN\n                               SABBATH MORN\n\n\n                        by Robert Louis Stevenson\n\n                                * * * * *\n\n\n\n\nPRAYERS\nWRITTEN AT VAILIMA\n\n\n                                    BY\n                          ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON\n                                   WITH\n                             AN INTRODUCTION\n                                    BY\n                              MRS. STEVENSON\n\n              [Picture: Decorative Chatto & Windus graphic]\n\n                                * * * * *\n\n                                  LONDON\n                             CHATTO & WINDUS\n                                MDCCCCXVI\n\n\n\nINTRODUCTION\n\n\nIN _every Samoan household the day is closed with prayer and the singing\nof hymns_.  _The omission of this sacred duty would indicate_, _not only\na lack of religious training in the house chief_, _but a shameless\ndisregard of all that is reputable in Samoan social life_.  _No doubt_,\n_to many_, _the evening service is no more than a duty fulfilled_.  _The\nchild who says his prayer at his mother\u2019s knee can have no real\nconception of the meaning of the words he lisps so readily_, _yet he goes\nto his little bed with a sense of heavenly protection that he would miss\nwere the prayer forgotten_.  _The average Samoan is but a larger child in\nmost things_, _and_ _would lay an uneasy head on his wooden pillow if he\nhad not joined_, _even perfunctorily_, _in the evening service_.  _With\nmy husband_, _prayer_, _the direct appeal_, _was a necessity_.  _When he\nwas happy he felt impelled to offer thanks for that undeserved joy_;\n_when in sorrow_, _or pain_, _to call for strength to bear what must be\nborne_.\n\n_Vailima lay up some three miles of continual rise from Apia_, _and more\nthan half that distance from the nearest village_.  _It was a long way\nfor a tired man to walk down every evening with the sole purpose of\njoining in family worship_; _and the road through the bush was dark_,\n_and_, _to the Samoan imagination_, _beset with supernatural terrors_.\n_Wherefore_, _as soon as our household had fallen into a regular\nroutine_, _and the bonds of Samoan family life began to draw us more\nclosely together_, _Tusitala felt the necessity of including our\nretainers in our evening devotions_.  _I suppose ours was the only white\nman\u2019s family in all Samoa_, _except those of the missionaries_, _where\nthe day naturally ended with this homely_, _patriarchal custom_.  _Not\nonly were the religious scruples of the natives satisfied_, _but_, _what\nwe did not foresee_, _our own respectability_\u2014_and incidentally that of\nour retainers_\u2014_became assured_, _and the influence of Tusitala increased\ntenfold_.\n\n_After all work and meals were finished_, _the_ \u2018_pu_,\u2019 _or war conch_,\n_was sounded from the back veranda and_ _the front_, _so that it might be\nheard by all_.  _I don\u2019t think it ever occurred to us that there was any\nincongruity in the use of the war conch for the peaceful invitation to\nprayer_.  _In response to its summons the white members of the family\ntook their usual places in one end of the large hall_, _while the\nSamoans_\u2014_men_, _women_, _and children_\u2014_trooped in through all the open\ndoors_, _some carrying lanterns if the evening were dark_, _all moving\nquietly and dropping with Samoan decorum in a wide semicircle on the\nfloor beneath a great lamp that hung from the ceiling_.  _The service\nbegan by my son reading a chapter from the Samoan Bible_, _Tusitala\nfollowing with a prayer in English_, _sometimes impromptu_, _but more\noften from the notes in this little_ _book_, _interpolating or changing\nwith the circumstance of the day_.  _Then came the singing of one or more\nhymns in the native tongue_, _and the recitation in concert of the Lord\u2019s\nPrayer_, _also in Samoan_.  _Many of these hymns were set to ancient\ntunes_, _very wild and warlike_, _and strangely at variance with the\nmissionary words_.\n\n_Sometimes a passing band of hostile warriors_, _with blackened faces_,\n_would peer in at us through the open windows_, _and often we were forced\nto pause until the strangely savage_, _monotonous noise of the native\ndrums had ceased_; _but no Samoan_, _nor_, _I trust_, _white person_,\n_changed his reverent attitude_.  _Once_, _I remember a look of surprised\ndismay crossing_ _the countenance of Tusitala when my son_, _contrary to\nhis usual custom of reading the next chapter following that of\nyesterday_, _turned back the leaves of his Bible to find a chapter\nfiercely denunciatory_, _and only too applicable to the foreign dictators\nof distracted Samoa_.  _On another occasion the chief himself brought the\nservice to a sudden check_.  _He had just learned of the treacherous\nconduct of one in whom he had every reason to trust_.  _That evening the\nprayer seemed unusually short and formal_.  _As the singing stopped he\narose abruptly and left the room_.  _I hastened after him_, _fearing some\nsudden illness_.  \u2018_What is it_?\u2019 _I asked_.  \u2018_It is this_,\u2019 _was the\nreply_; \u2018_I am not yet fit to say_, \u201c_Forgive us our trespasses_ _as we\nforgive those who trespass against us_.\u201d\u2019\n\n_It is with natural reluctance that I touch upon the last prayer of my\nhusband\u2019s life_.  _Many have supposed that he showed_, _in the wording of\nthis prayer_, _that he had some premonition of his approaching death_.\n_I am sure he had no such premonition_.  _It was I who told the assembled\nfamily that I felt an impending disaster approaching nearer and nearer_.\n_Any Scot will understand that my statement was received seriously_.  _It\ncould not be_, _we thought_, _that danger threatened any one within the\nhouse_; _but Mr. Graham Balfour_, _my husband\u2019s cousin_, _very near and\ndear to us_, _was away on a perilous cruise_.  _Our fears followed the\nvarious vessels_, _more or_ _less unseaworthy_, _in which he was making\nhis way from island to island to the atoll where the exiled king_,\n_Mataafa_, _was at that time imprisoned_.  _In my husband\u2019s last prayer_,\n_the night before his death_, _he asked that we should be given strength\nto bear the loss of this dear friend_, _should such a sorrow befall us_.\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\n                                        PAGE\nFOR SUCCESS                                1\nFOR GRACE                                  3\nAT MORNING                                 4\nEVENING                                    5\nANOTHER FOR EVENING                        7\nIN TIME OF RAIN                            8\nANOTHER IN TIME OF RAIN                    9\nBEFORE A TEMPORARY SEPARATION             10\nFOR FRIENDS                               11\nFOR THE FAMILY                            12\nSUNDAY                                    14\nFOR SELF-BLAME                            16\nFOR SELF-FORGETFULNESS                    18\nFOR RENEWAL OF JOY                        19\n\n\n\n\nFOR SUCCESS\n\n\nLORD, behold our family here assembled.  We thank Thee for this place in\nwhich we dwell; for the love that unites us; for the peace accorded us\nthis day; for the hope with which we expect the morrow; for the health,\nthe work, the food, and the bright skies, that make our lives delightful;\nfor our friends in all parts of the earth, and our friendly helpers in\nthis foreign isle.  Let peace abound in our small company.  Purge out of\nevery heart the lurking grudge.  Give us grace and strength to forbear\nand to persevere.  Offenders, give us the grace to accept and to forgive\noffenders.  Forgetful ourselves, help us to bear cheerfully the\nforgetfulness of others.  Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind.\nSpare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.  Bless us, if it may\nbe, in all our innocent endeavours.  If it may not, give us the strength\nto encounter that which is to come, that we be brave in peril, constant\nin tribulation, temperate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune, and,\ndown to the gates of death, loyal and loving one to another.  As the clay\nto the potter, as the windmill to the wind, as children of their sire, we\nbeseech of Thee this help and mercy for Christ\u2019s sake.\n\n\n\nFOR GRACE\n\n\nGRANT that we here before Thee may be set free from the fear of\nvicissitude and the fear of death, may finish what remains before us of\nour course without dishonour to ourselves or hurt to others, and, when\nthe day comes, may die in peace.  Deliver us from fear and favour: from\nmean hopes and cheap pleasures.  Have mercy on each in his deficiency;\nlet him be not cast down; support the stumbling on the way, and give at\nlast rest to the weary.\n\n\n\nAT MORNING\n\n\nTHE day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and\nduties.  Help us to play the man, help us to perform them with laughter\nand kind faces, let cheerfulness abound with industry.  Give us to go\nblithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary\nand content and undishonoured, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.\n\n\n\nEVENING\n\n\nWE come before Thee, O Lord, in the end of thy day with thanksgiving.\n\nOur beloved in the far parts of the earth, those who are now beginning\nthe labours of the day what time we end them, and those with whom the sun\nnow stands at the point of noon, bless, help, console, and prosper them.\n\nOur guard is relieved, the service of the day is over, and the hour come\nto rest.  We resign into thy hands our sleeping bodies, our cold hearths,\nand open doors.  Give us to awake with smiles, give us to labour smiling.\nAs the sun returns in the east, so let our patience be renewed with dawn;\nas the sun lightens the world, so let our loving-kindness make bright\nthis house of our habitation.\n\n\n\nANOTHER FOR EVENING\n\n\nLORD, receive our supplications for this house, family, and country.\nProtect the innocent, restrain the greedy and the treacherous, lead us\nout of our tribulation into a quiet land.\n\nLook down upon ourselves and upon our absent dear ones.  Help us and\nthem; prolong our days in peace and honour.  Give us health, food, bright\nweather, and light hearts.  In what we meditate of evil, frustrate our\nwill; in what of good, further our endeavours.  Cause injuries to be\nforgot and benefits to be remembered.\n\nLet us lie down without fear and awake and arise with exultation.  For\nhis sake, in whose words we now conclude.\n\n\n\nIN TIME OF RAIN\n\n\nWE thank Thee, Lord, for the glory of the late days and the excellent\nface of thy sun.  We thank Thee for good news received.  We thank Thee\nfor the pleasures we have enjoyed and for those we have been able to\nconfer.  And now, when the clouds gather and the rain impends over the\nforest and our house, permit us not to be cast down; let us not lose the\nsavour of past mercies and past pleasures; but, like the voice of a bird\nsinging in the rain, let grateful memory survive in the hour of darkness.\nIf there be in front of us any painful duty, strengthen us with the grace\nof courage; if any act of mercy, teach us tenderness and patience.\n\n\n\nANOTHER IN TIME OF RAIN\n\n\nLORD, Thou sendest down rain upon the uncounted millions of the forest,\nand givest the trees to drink exceedingly.  We are here upon this isle a\nfew handfuls of men, and how many myriads upon myriads of stalwart trees!\nTeach us the lesson of the trees.  The sea around us, which this rain\nrecruits, teems with the race of fish; teach us, Lord, the meaning of the\nfishes.  Let us see ourselves for what we are, one out of the countless\nnumber of the clans of thy handiwork.  When we would despair, let us\nremember that these also please and serve Thee.\n\n\n\nBEFORE A TEMPORARY SEPARATION\n\n\nTO-DAY we go forth separate, some of us to pleasure, some of us to\nworship, some upon duty.  Go with us, our guide and angel; hold Thou\nbefore us in our divided paths the mark of our low calling, still to be\ntrue to what small best we can attain to.  Help us in that, our maker,\nthe dispenser of events\u2014Thou, of the vast designs, in which we blindly\nlabour, suffer us to be so far constant to ourselves and our beloved.\n\n\n\nFOR FRIENDS\n\n\nFOR our absent loved ones we implore thy loving-kindness.  Keep them in\nlife, keep them in growing honour; and for us, grant that we remain\nworthy of their love.  For Christ\u2019s sake, let not our beloved blush for\nus, nor we for them.  Grant us but that, and grant us courage to endure\nlesser ills unshaken, and to accept death, loss, and disappointment as it\nwere straws upon the tide of life.\n\n\n\nFOR THE FAMILY\n\n\nAID us, if it be thy will, in our concerns.  Have mercy on this land and\ninnocent people.  Help them who this day contend in disappointment with\ntheir frailties.  Bless our family, bless our forest house, bless our\nisland helpers.  Thou who hast made for us this place of ease and hope,\naccept and inflame our gratitude; help us to repay, in service one to\nanother, the debt of thine unmerited benefits and mercies, so that, when\nthe period of our stewardship draws to a conclusion, when the windows\nbegin to be darkened, when the bond of the family is to be loosed, there\nshall be no bitterness of remorse in our farewells.\n\nHelp us to look back on the long way that Thou hast brought us, on the\nlong days in which we have been served, not according to our deserts, but\nour desires; on the pit and the miry clay, the blackness of despair, the\nhorror of misconduct, from which our feet have been plucked out.  For our\nsins forgiven or prevented, for our shame unpublished, we bless and thank\nThee, O God.  Help us yet again and ever.  So order events, so strengthen\nour frailty, as that day by day we shall come before Thee with this song\nof gratitude, and in the end we be dismissed with honour.  In their\nweakness and their fear, the vessels of thy handiwork so pray to Thee, so\npraise Thee.  Amen.\n\n\n\nSUNDAY\n\n\nWE beseech Thee, Lord, to behold us with favour, folk of many families\nand nations gathered together in the peace of this roof, weak men and\nwomen subsisting under the covert of thy patience.  Be patient still;\nsuffer us yet awhile longer;\u2014with our broken purposes of good, with our\nidle endeavours against evil, suffer us awhile longer to endure, and (if\nit may be) help us to do better.  Bless to us our extraordinary mercies;\nif the day come when these must be taken, brace us to play the man under\naffliction.  Be with our friends, be with ourselves.  Go with each of us\nto rest; if any awake, temper to them the dark hours of watching; and\nwhen the day returns, return to us, our sun and comforter, and call us up\nwith morning faces and with morning hearts\u2014eager to labour\u2014eager to be\nhappy, if happiness shall be our portion\u2014and if the day be marked for\nsorrow, strong to endure it.\n\nWe thank Thee and praise Thee; and in the words of him to whom this day\nis sacred, close our oblation.\n\n\n\nFOR SELF-BLAME\n\n\nLORD, enlighten us to see the beam that is in our own eye, and blind us\nto the mote that is in our brother\u2019s.  Let us feel our offences with our\nhands, make them great and bright before us like the sun, make us eat\nthem and drink them for our diet.  Blind us to the offences of our\nbeloved, cleanse them from our memories, take them out of our mouths for\never.  Let all here before Thee carry and measure with the false balances\nof love, and be in their own eyes and in all conjunctures the most\nguilty.  Help us at the same time with the grace of courage, that we be\nnone of us cast down when we sit lamenting amid the ruins of our\nhappiness or our integrity: touch us with fire from the altar, that we\nmay be up and doing to rebuild our city: in the name and by the method of\nhim in whose words of prayer we now conclude.\n\n\n\nFOR SELF-FORGETFULNESS\n\n\nLORD, the creatures of thy hand, thy disinherited children, come before\nThee with their incoherent wishes and regrets: Children we are, children\nwe shall be, till our mother the earth hath fed upon our bones.  Accept\nus, correct us, guide us, thy guilty innocents.  Dry our vain tears, wipe\nout our vain resentments, help our yet vainer efforts.  If there be any\nhere, sulking as children will, deal with and enlighten him.  Make it day\nabout that person, so that he shall see himself and be ashamed.  Make it\nheaven about him, Lord, by the only way to heaven, forgetfulness of self,\nand make it day about his neighbours, so that they shall help, not hinder\nhim.\n\n\n\nFOR RENEWAL OF JOY\n\n\nWE are evil, O God, and help us to see it and amend.  We are good, and\nhelp us to be better.  Look down upon thy servants with a patient eye,\neven as Thou sendest sun and rain; look down, call upon the dry bones,\nquicken, enliven; recreate in us the soul of service, the spirit of\npeace; renew in us the sense of joy.\n\n                                * * * * *\n\n\n\n\nA LOWDEN SABBATH MORN\n\n\n                        BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON\n\n\n\nI\n\n\n   THE clinkum-clank o\u2019 Sabbath bells\n   Noo to the hoastin\u2019 rookery swells,\n   Noo faintin\u2019 laigh in shady dells,\n            Sounds far an\u2019 near,\n   An\u2019 through the simmer kintry tells\n            Its tale o\u2019 cheer.\n\n\n\nII\n\n\n   An\u2019 noo, to that melodious play,\n   A deidly awn the quiet sway\u2014\n   A\u2019 ken their solemn holiday,\n            Bestial an\u2019 human,\n   The singin\u2019 lintie on the brae,\n            The restin\u2019 plou\u2019man.\n\n\n\nIII\n\n\n   He, mair than a\u2019 the lave o\u2019 men,\n   His week completit joys to ken;\n   Half-dressed, he daunders out an\u2019 in,\n            Perplext wi\u2019 leisure;\n   An\u2019 his raxt limbs he\u2019ll rax again\n               Wi\u2019 painf\u00fc\u2019 pleesure.\n\n\n\nIV\n\n\n   The steerin\u2019 mither strang afit\n   Noo shoos the bairnies but a bit;\n   Noo cries them ben, their Sinday sh\u00fcit\n            To scart upon them,\n   Or sweeties in their pouch to pit,\n            Wi\u2019 blessin\u2019s on them.\n\n\n\nV\n\n\n   The lasses, clean frae tap to taes,\n   Are busked in crunklin\u2019 underclaes;\n   The gartened hose, the weel-filled stays,\n            The nakit shift,\n   A\u2019 bleached on bonny greens for days,\n            An\u2019 white\u2019s the drift.\n\n\n\nVI\n\n\n   An\u2019 noo to face the kirkward mile\n   The guidman\u2019s hat o\u2019 dacent style,\n   The blackit shoon, we noon maun fyle\n            As white\u2019s the miller:\n   A waef\u00fc\u2019 peety tae, to spile\n            The warth o\u2019 siller.\n\n\n\nVII\n\n\n   Our Marg\u2019et, aye sae keen to crack,\n   Douce-stappin\u2019 in the stoury track,\n   Her emeralt goun a\u2019 kiltit back\n            Frae snawy coats,\n   White-ankled, leads the kirkward pack\n            Wi\u2019 Dauvit Groats.\n\n\n\nVIII\n\n\n   A thocht ahint, in runkled breeks,\n   A\u2019 spiled wi\u2019 lyin\u2019 by for weeks,\n   The guidman follows closs, an\u2019 cleiks\n            The sonsie misses;\n   His sarious face at aince bespeaks\n            The day that this is.\n\n\n\nIX\n\n\n   And aye an\u2019 while we nearer draw\n   To whaur the kirkton lies alaw,\n   Mair neebours, comin\u2019 saft an\u2019 slaw\n            Frae here an\u2019 there,\n   The thicker thrang the gate, an\u2019 caw\n            The stour in air.\n\n\n\nX\n\n\n   But hark! the bells frae nearer clang\n   To rowst the slaw, their sides they bang\n   An\u2019 see! black coats a\u2019ready thrang\n            The green kirkyaird;\n   And at the yett, the chestnuts spang\n            That brocht the laird.\n\n\n\nXI\n\n\n   The solemn elders at the plate\n   Stand drinkin\u2019 deep the pride o\u2019 state:\n   The practised hands as gash an\u2019 great\n            As Lords o\u2019 Session;\n   The later named, a wee thing blate\n            In their expression.\n\n\n\nXII\n\n\n   The prentit stanes that mark the deid,\n   Wi\u2019 lengthened lip, the sarious read;\n   Syne way a moraleesin\u2019 heid,\n            An then an\u2019 there\n   Their hirplin\u2019 practice an\u2019 their creed\n            Try hard to square.\n\n\n\nXIII\n\n\n   It\u2019s here our Merren lang has lain,\n   A wee bewast the table-stane;\n   An\u2019 yon\u2019s the grave o\u2019 Sandy Blane;\n            An\u2019 further ower,\n   The mither\u2019s brithers, dacent men!\n            Lie a\u2019 the fower.\n\n\n\nXIV\n\n\n   Here the guidman sall bide awee\n   To dwall amang the deid; to see\n   Auld faces clear in fancy\u2019s e\u2019e;\n            Belike to hear\n   Auld voices fa\u2019in saft an\u2019 slee\n            On fancy\u2019s ear.\n\n\n\nXV\n\n\n   Thus, on the day o\u2019 solemn things,\n   The bell that in the steeple swings\n   To fauld a scaittered faim\u2019ly rings\n            Its walcome screed;\n   An\u2019 just a wee thing nearer brings\n            The quick an\u2019 deid.\n\n\n\nXVI\n\n\n   But noo the bell is ringin\u2019 in;\n   To tak their places, folk begin;\n   The minister himsel\u2019 will sh\u00fcne\n            Be up the gate,\n   Filled fu\u2019 wi\u2019 clavers about sin\n            An\u2019 man\u2019s estate.\n\n\n\nXVII\n\n\n   The t\u00fcnes are up\u2014_French_, to be sh\u00fcre,\n   The faithf\u00fc\u2019 _French_, an\u2019 twa-three mair;\n   The auld prezentor, hoastin\u2019 sair,\n            Wales out the portions,\n   An\u2019 yirks the t\u00fcne into the air\n            Wi\u2019 queer contortions.\n\n\n\nXVIII\n\n\n   Follows the prayer, the readin\u2019 next,\n   An\u2019 than the fisslin\u2019 for the text\u2014\n   The twa-three last to find it, vext\n            But kind o\u2019 proud;\n   An\u2019 than the peppermints are raxed,\n            An\u2019 southernwood.\n\n\n\nXIX\n\n\n   For noo\u2019s the time whan pows are seen\n   Nid-noddin\u2019 like a mandareen;\n   When tenty mithers stap a preen\n            In sleepin\u2019 weans;\n   An\u2019 nearly half the parochine\n            Forget their pains.\n\n\n\nXX\n\n\n   There\u2019s just a waukrif\u2019 twa or three:\n   Thrawn commentautors sweer to \u2019gree,\n   Weans glowrin\u2019 at the bumlin\u2019 bee\n            On windie-glasses,\n   Or lads that tak a keek a-glee\n            At sonsie lasses.\n\n\n\nXXI\n\n\n   Himsel\u2019, meanwhile, frae whaur he cocks\n   An\u2019 bobs belaw the soundin\u2019-box,\n   The treesures of his words unlocks\n            Wi\u2019 prodigality,\n   An\u2019 deals some unco dingin\u2019 knocks\n            To infidality.\n\n\n\nXXII\n\n\n   Wi\u2019 snappy unction, hoo he burkes\n   The hopes o\u2019 men that trust in works,\n   Expounds the fau\u2019ts o\u2019 ither kirks,\n            An\u2019 shaws the best o\u2019 them\n   No muckle better than mere Turks,\n            When a\u2019s confessed o\u2019 them.\n\n\n\nXXIII\n\n\n   Bethankit! what a bonny creed!\n   What mair would ony Christian need?\u2014\n   The braw words rumm\u2019le ower his heid,\n            Nor steer the sleeper;\n   And in their restin\u2019 graves, the deid\n            Sleep aye the deeper.\n\n\n\nAUTHOR\u2019S NOTE\n\n\nIt may be guessed by some that I had a certain parish in my eye, and this\nmakes it proper I should add a word of disclamation.  In my time there\nhave been two ministers in that parish.  Of the first I have a special\nreason to speak well, even had there been any to think ill.  The second I\nhave often met in private and long (in the due phrase) \u201csat under\u201d in his\nchurch, and neither here nor there have I heard an unkind or ugly word\nupon his lips.  The preacher of the text had thus no original in that\nparticular parish; but when I was a boy he might have been observed in\nmany others; he was then (like the schoolmaster) abroad; and by recent\nadvices, it would seem he has not yet entirely disappeared.","title":"Prayers Written At Vailima, and A Lowden Sabbath Morn","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":3769}