Sarah Pearl

                Sarah Pearl was a fitting name for such as she.
        Her soul was like a precious pearl. A life spent amongst the luxury of
        royal court never dimmed her luster or stole away her innocence.
        She was the granddaughter of the English Queen of Scotland.
        Her zeal for adventure had brought her to the New England in the
        Americas.

              Amidst a thousand cares, she found time to build a Church to
        God. Through her sweetness and piety she won many converts to her order.
        She cultivated the White Rose, which pale petals matched her porcelain skin.
        And every night she kissed her White Roses and read from her jeweled Bible.

                "Alone I kneel before my maker
                naked in my spirit.
                I raise my voice in song and praise.
                Hallelujah Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"
                the slender Princess sang.

                "We helped the farmer plant his field.
                  We helped the young mother feed her child.
                  We gave the old man new glasses.
                  Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"
                the Princess sang and raised her hands up to the full Moon.

                "O Goddess of all the living;
                  Mother Mary fill me with your grace.
                  This Sabbath day bring us peace
                  an end to two thousand years in chains.
                  Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"
                  the Princess eight sons and seven daughters gathered in a circle
                  about her.

      Her husband Sebastian took a sacrificial red heifer and slit its throat.
      The blood poured into the White Roses.
      She joined her hands with the circle and danced about the sacrifice,
      skipping and kicking to an fro.
      Her family raised their voice up to the Goddess of Song.

                  "Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"


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