Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.
Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.
Suffer not thy wrongs to shroud thy fate, But turn, my soul, to blessings which remain.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories