The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.
The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.
Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed,
The reverend champion stood.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories