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John Samuel Tieman: Caedmon’s Hymn

One evening, as the monks sang and played the harp, Caedmon slipped away. He knew no songs. Thus embarrassed, he spent the night sleeping with the animals. In his dream, “someone”, Bede says, approached Caedmon, and asked him to sing of the beginning of all things.

May 17, 2019 · Leave a comment

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