Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. – Thomas More
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. – Thomas More
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. – Thomas More
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. – Thomas More
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. – Thomas More
Divine Providence has spread her table everywhere, not with a juiceless green carpet, but with succulent herbage and nourishing grass, upon which most beasts feed. – Thomas More