I was born 'neath a clouded star.
I was born 'neath a clouded star.
Teach us to delight in simple things And mirth that has no bitter springs Forgiveness free of evil done, And love to all men neath the sun.
I feel grateful and happy this morning for so many evidences of the goodness of the Lord that I wish I could strike a note of optimism that would reverberate to the uttermost parts of the Church. In the words of Frank L. Stanton 'This world o' God's is brighter Than we ever dream or know Its burdens growin' lighter An' it's Love that makes 'em so An' I'm thankful that I'm livin' Where Love's blessedness I see, 'Neath a Heaven that's forgivin' Where the bells ring 'Home' to me'
As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
April O fair mid-spring, besung so oft and oft, How can I praise thy loveliness enow Thy sun that burns not, and thy breezes soft That o'er the blossoms of the orchard blow, The thousand things that 'neath the young leaves grow, The hopes and chances of.
But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories