A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for? – Robert Browning
Finds progress, mans distinctive mark alone, Not Gods, and not the beasts God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. – Robert Browning