{"sf1_id":1697613,"sf2_id":"RnoapxeX","title":"Evensong for Flock and Pack","author":"Rob MacWolf","words":236,"posted_at":"2021-03-20T21:29:00.000Z","tags":["Hymn","Poetry","lyric"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1697613-evensong-for-flock-and-pack","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoapxeX","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e4/bf/e4bf66bd-7819-4e3b-9f91-36e208ffb75a","description":"#9 of poetry\n\nFound in an obscure pamphlet, this was initially categorized as an artifact of some unknown, esoteric Evangelicalism.\nDr. [REDACTED] disputed, argued it warranted further investigation, citing that does not contain any reference to any specifically Christian doctrines or images.\nDr. [REDACTED] countered to this, quote, \"yeah, like esoteric Evangelicalism.\"\nDr. [REDACTED] here produced several not at all kind observations regarding Dr. [REDACTED]'s intellect and personal hygiene.\nThe controversy was sufficiently fruitless that the piece was removed and returned to the 'Uncategorized' section. Any agents who can reveal more information regarding this piece or its origins will have the gratitude of the Archival Department.\n- B.E.P.M. Archive Notes.","content":"Save me a place by the fireside, love,\n\nFor nightfall's outrun me again.\n\nThere's miles upon miles I must walk somehow,\n\nThere's burdens on burdens I'm carrying now,\n\nAnd when I come home--which I will, I vow--\n\nI'll be needing that fireside then.\n\nFor who needs a place by the fireside more\n\nThen the living who walk as the dead?\n\nSo save me a place by the fireside, love,\n\nBefore you go blindly to bed.\n\n  \n\nSave me a place by the fireside, man.\n\nYou must know what I have been through.\n\nWho has not walked through the valley of death?\n\nWho has not gagged when he tried to draw breath?\n\nWho knows the weariness that wearieth\n\nThe halest of hearts, if not you?\n\nYou who have your place at the fireside now,\n\nDo not crowd me out. Don't forget\n\nTo save me a place by the fireside, man,\n\nThough I'll not arrive there yet.\n\n  \n\nSave me a place by the fireside, Lord.\n\nLet thy will not turn me away.\n\nOthers may shy at the set of the sun.\n\nOthers may know where their paths will run.\n\nOthers prefer, when tis said and done,\n\nThe heat and the light of the day.\n\nBut the fireside is yours, and mine heart would be there\n\nThough it be on the farthest shore.\n\nSo save me a place at thy fireside, Lord,\n\nWhen at last I may wander no more.\n\n  \n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1696908-and-i-shall-rest.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1697648-rest-less.json"}}