I need not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me She will tarry there Till I find it fair, And have time to spare From company.
I need not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me She will tarry there Till I find it fair, And have time to spare From company.
Since as a child I used to lie
Upon the leaze and watch the sky,
Never, I own, expected I
That life would all be fair.
That mirror
Can test each mortal when unaware;
Yea, that strange mirror
May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair,
Glassing it -- where?
Buta stirring thrills the air Like to sounds of joyance there That the rages Of the ages Shall be cancelled, and deliverance offered from the darts that were, Consciousness the Will informing, till it fashion all things fair.
He met her with a careless air,
As though he'd ceased to find her fair,
And said: "True love is dust to me;
I cannot kiss: I tire of thee!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories