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91 A Prayer for My Sons, after a Line of Reported Conversation by the Poet William Blake to a Child Seated Next to Him at a Dinner Party If I could send the sun sprawling from my mouth, if each night the moon might drop from my eyes onto your head, if I could reach up and take a star whose light has traveled toward you for thousands of years and place it under the bed where you sleep, I would do all these things. But being a man who has seen no angels and who at times doubts what he’s been told in church, I’ll simply ask what the Poet asked— that God would make this world as beautiful to you as it has been to me. For Brian Doyle ...

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