The Wayside Cross (John William Streets Poems)
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
_"Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief."_We must believe--Being from birth endowed with love and trust--Born unto loving;--and how simply ...
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