“Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that the angels began, Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man!” MenLongJoySongBattleGloryAngelWestSouthBlowEastCeaseChristmasMarchQuarrelsGood WillGlory Of GodGreat JoyNorth And South Book:Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier Source: Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier
“My dad took me for an audition once, to show me, OK, you want to be a child actor, this is what its like. I sang a folk song about donkeys on this West End stage with this big director, and there was a queue of 200 girls all singing Memory. I was terrible. Terrible.” WantChildrenEndsShowsBigsSongGirlActorsMemoriesStageDadTerribleDirectorsSingingWestMy DadFolksShow MeAuditionsDonkeyQueuesChild ActorsFolk SongsWest End Author:Emilia Clarke