Who loves not a false imagining, an unreal character in us but looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our natures - not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
Who loves not a false imagining, an unreal character in us but looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our natures - not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories