The Shadow Of The Cross (John McCrae Poems)
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
I saw a city filled with lust and shame, Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light; And sudden, ...
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