[Untitled]
By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought;
From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.
By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought;
From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.
FOR A LOST LOVE As weary I grow in my final fight I know I shan’t outlast this frightful night, For men twice wiser lived but none exists, Who by his wit contrived life from death’s mists. Dark and dreary have been my fondest dreams Dearer than reality, so it seems For there blossoms the…
The plaintive melody of silence in the night in a softly lit meadow with white moonlight, is where my mind seeks to find peace, of everlasting kind. When calm, heavenly purity surrounds, the crisp rustle of daffodils all around, a gentle fragrance in the air and little angels everywhere! Among the little angels there, I…