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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.
The tender human heart has its seasons: Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows. When silence comes, and peace surrounds, Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring! Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
Every man drowned in deep contemplation Perceives the world as part his own creation. Nothing can outrun the clock’s relentless tick, Nor life control what death shall next pick But wit applied can soon buy us an hour To say a prayer, or bequeath our power, And embrace the bright light without a fight. Rejoice,…