My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun.
So in the world, 'tis furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion; and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories