Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
What wond'rous life is this I lead Ripe apples drop about my head The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine The nectarine and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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