Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do! – Robert Browning

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do! – Robert Browning
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning