The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
She was a form of life and light,
That, seen, became a part of sight;
And rose, where'er I turned mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories