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Hestia poem

October 5, 2010
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Hestia, maiden pure,
Has no desire for love.
First and last born,
Her hand was sought
By Sea and Light.
Completely unwilling,
Stubborn even,
She refused to be a matron,
Swearing on the head of the Father
To be maiden all her days.
Given was she, honor high,
A place in every home and temple
And the richest offerings,
both first and last.
Hail Hestia, Chief of the Goddesses
May you warm my home
And make all who enter welcome.

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Moved from my LJ

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  1. January 25, 2014 2:00 PM

    i have a project on Hestia for my social studies class. We have to do a powerpoint and in the powerpoint have to have a poem for it and i like yours, but i think that it wouldn’t work for my class because i think it’s a little inappropriate for it…sorry

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  2. January 25, 2014 9:38 PM

    ummm thank you or sorry? I’m not sure which. :)

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