Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Lo 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the fo.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories