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    <title>GreacenStanford288</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1977 Jul 22nd</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford288</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Brother Stephen</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>LHL</Publisher>
    <Relation>LHL</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿Now here I write in rock-like safe Iona,
I expiate my sins and will for all eternity.
Yet,God forgive me, I cannot but remember
Even sometimes when kneeling with the Brothers
That woman&#039;s snowy breast and waterfalling hair.
Deliver me from lechery, O Lord... deliver me.&#039;
Dear Christ,hear Brother Stephen&#039;s prayer.

Praise Him! Praise Him! Praise Him!

Robert Greacen

Robert Greacen
(poem written June 1977)
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