We figure to ourselves The thing we like and then we build it up, As chance will have it, on the rock or sand, For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.
We figure to ourselves The thing we like and then we build it up, As chance will have it, on the rock or sand, For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories