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   From: dalton@nfld.com   
      
   It is now 27.5 hours after dark moon and the moon is 1.2%   
   waxing crescent. However I doubt it will be sighted before   
   the evening of September 4. (Follow up if you see it.)   
      
   The Silver Bough thumb   
      
   Once in 1997 I thumbed at random a book on Scottish folklore   
   called The Silver Bough Vol. 1 by F. Marian McNeill. It came   
   out to a page with this poem on it:   
      
   Ri faicinn domh na gealaich uir,   
   Is duth domh mo shuil a thogail.   
   Is duth domh ma ghlun a leagail,   
   Is duth domh mo cheann a bhogadh,   
      
   Toir cliu dhuit fein, a re nan iul,   
   Gum faca mi thu a rithist,   
   Gum faca mi a ghealach ur,   
   Ailleagan iuil na slighe.   
      
   Is iomadh neach a chaidh a null   
   Eadar uine an da ghealaich,   
   Ged tha mise a' mealtainn fuinn,   
   A re nan re 's nam beannachd!   
      
   which translates as:   
      
   When I see the new moon,   
   It becomes me to lift mine eye,   
   It becomes me to bend my knee,   
   It becomes me to bow my head.   
      
   Giving thee praise, thou moon of guidance,   
   That I have seen thee again,   
   That I have seen the new moon,   
   The lovely leader of the way.   
      
   Many a one has passed beyond   
   In the time between the two moons,   
   Though I am still enjoying earth,   
   Thou moon of moons and of blessings!   
      
   I have been told that that moon rune poem is of Christian origin,   
   but perhaps it has earlier pagan roots.   
      
   --   
   David Dalton dalton@nfld.com https://www.nfld.com/~dalton (home page)   
   https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)   
   “Mary walks down to the water’s edge and there she hangs Her   
   head to find herself faded a shadow of what she once was" (S. McL.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)