Pocket College

An interesting project bases on the works of Rousas John Rushdoony, see: Pocket College Wiki and PocketCollege.com

Pocket College is an online Christian college equipping the saints to advance the kingdom. Why Pocket College? For all the same reasons you homeschool. For ages 16 and up. Learn on your schedule, where ever you are. Learn while you work full time or start your own business. Everything presented in the context of the truth of Scripture. Available online; formatted for a smartphone. Tithe based tuition: no loans; no debt. Instead build capital and gain job experience.

Suo Gân

Suo Gân, a Welsh lullaby

    Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes
    Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
    Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
    Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
    Ni cha' dim amharu'th gyntun,
    Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
    Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
    Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.

    Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
    Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
    Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
    Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
    Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
    Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,
    Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno,
    Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?

    Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
    Gura, gura ar y ddôr;
    Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
    Sua, sua ar lan y môr;
    Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
    Ddim i roddi iti fraw;
    Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes
    Ar yr engyl gwynion draw.

    Sleep my baby, at my breast,
    ’Tis a mother’s arms round you.
    Make yourself a snug, warm nest.
    Feel my love forever new.
    Harm will not meet you in sleep,
    Hurt will always pass you by.
    Child beloved, always you’ll keep,
    In sleep gentle, mother’s breast nigh.

    Sleep in peace tonight, sleep,
    O sleep gently, what a sight.
    A smile I see in slumber deep,
    What visions make your face bright?
    Are the angels above smiling,
    At you in your peaceful rest?
    Are you beaming back while in
    Peaceful slumber on mother’s breast?

    Do not fear the sound, it’s a breeze
    Brushing leaves against the door.
    Do not dread the murmuring seas,
    Lonely waves washing the shore.
    Sleep child mine, there’s nothing here,
    While in slumber at my breast,
    Angels smiling, have no fear,
    Holy angels guard your rest.

The Flowers

The Flowers
by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Child's Garden of Verses

All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.

Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!

Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!

Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.

Pipe Organs

Ludwig II of Bavaria

The Pilgrim's Progress

 The Pilgrim's Progress (free online text)

Bed

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry;
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss to human woe.
Isaac de Benserade

A poem by William Morris

For the Bed at Kelmscott
by William Morris

The wind's on the wold
And the night is a-cold,
And Thames runs chill
Twixt mead and hill,
But kind and dear
Is the old house here,
And my heart is warm
Midst winter's harm.
Rest then and rest,
And think of the best
Twixt summer and spring
When all birds sing
In the town of the tree,
As ye lie in me
And scarce dare move
Lest earth and its love
Should fade away
Ere the full of the day.

I am old and have seen
Many things that have been,
Both grief and peace,
And wane and increase.
No tale I tell
Of ill or well,
But this I say,
Night treadeth on day,
And for worst and best
Right good is rest.