Just thought i'd share something

Hello again,


A couple of years ago, my favorite magic shop had a sale of old books. There were a quite a few good books and even though they came at throw away prices I could only afford a couple at that time. One of the books I bought was ‘The Magicians Handbook’ by Herrmann the Great. It was still well bound, but the pages had turned brittle and yellow, however for 25 rupees, it seemed a fair bargain. Like all the books in my modest library, I never read the book cover to cover but in bits and pieces here and there.

I came across the book today, it contained a poem which was published in the New York Journal as a tribute to the author on his death. I thought is was great and want to share it wth you…. Here it is….

THE MAGICIAN’S ART

Saint Peter sat at the gates of gold

And the winter’s night had gone

He was thin and old, and the earth lay cold

And black with December dawn.

But presently over the hills of snow

A heaven bound spirit came,

It paused by the saint, and bending low

It whispered a mystic name

Saint Peter started “what, Herrmann the Great?

Then why do you pause?” said he.

“Your magic might open the finest gate

With never a word from me.”

“Not so,Saint Peter,” the shade replied,

“My magic was but of earth;

It was well enough on the other side

But here its lost its worth”

But the good saint answered, with earnest air

“I pray you will have no fear,

For you practiced another magic there

That counts as well up here.”

“You offered hope to the weary heart

In Charity’s sacred name;

You brightened the world with a blessed art

That counts up here the same”

Saint Peter mused by the gates alone,

And his face looked old and thin

As he thought of the dearth of the art on earth

That had let the magician in.

Hoping that touched you, like it touched me...

God bless.

See you soon…