The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowering herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowering herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories