Singing streams and star stuff
Mary Brown on singing streams
From earth’s wide bounds From ocean’s farthest coast Through gates of pearl Streams in the countless host, Singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost Alleluia, Alleluia! I can remember singing ‘For All the Saints’ when I was about five or six. Certainly, it was before I had met the word ‘stream’ as a verb. So the picture this verse conjured up in my young mind was of a countless host of streams, rushing down hill from all directions. They were singing as they joined together and went through enormous sluice gates, which shone like diamonds. I don’t think I had seen a pearl, either.
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