[{"node":{"title":"GreacenStanford288","Collections":"Letters to Stanford","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"1977 Jul 22nd","Creator":"LHL","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"GreacenStanford288","Item Description":"Letter","Keywords":"Brother Stephen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacenstanford288","Publisher":"LHL","Relation":"LHL","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/GreacenStanford288.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffNow here I write in rock-like safe Iona,\nI expiate my sins and will for all eternity.\nYet,God forgive me, I cannot but remember\nEven sometimes when kneeling with the Brothers\nThat woman's snowy breast and waterfalling hair.\nDeliver me from lechery, O Lord... deliver me.'\nDear Christ,hear Brother Stephen's prayer.\n\nPraise Him! Praise Him! Praise Him!\n\nRobert Greacen\n\nRobert Greacen\n(poem written June 1977)\n","Type":"Text"}}]