Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful ''Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved Prove now thy truth I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.''
Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful ''Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved Prove now thy truth I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.''
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories