Compile, my soul, a list of all your blessings, / And link dynamic to the Father's grace: / Though filled your journey is with long regressions / Meandering through malloc()'s fiery place, / Still, what doth equal TRUE shall call you free(), / For all our feeble structures he knows well / And still he holds creation's prim'ry key, / The key to hashes flagged as "death" and "hell". / O let me pass the XOR gate of heaven / When once my earthly structure is destroyed! / O let thy sign-extended word be given, / Thy word that never yet return'd a void! / Will programming exist on high with Thee? / "And lo: there was no longer any C."
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submitted by tthurman, November 3, 2010
Thomas Thurman
This quote was added May 4, 2010.