Oh, colder than the wind that freezes Founts, that but now in sunshine played, Is that congealing pang which seizes The trusting bosom, when betrayed.
Oh, colder than the wind that freezes Founts, that but now in sunshine played, Is that congealing pang which seizes The trusting bosom, when betrayed.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories