Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.
Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.
One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.
And though hard be the task, 'Keep a stiff upper lip'.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories