Forest Ways.

Forest Ways. 116.5 I wandered down a forest path With arching branches over me. My soul within me burned with w wrath And, blind with hate, I could not see, From scenes of strife I went that day, From turmoil and from heavy care, And…

St. Anthony’s Temptations.

St. Anthony's Temptations. 116.2 St. Anthong sat on a lowly stool. And a book was in his hand: Never Als eves from its page he tock Either to left or right to lock But with steadfast soul, as was his rule, The holy page he scanned. "We…