When all our deeds of glory are laid in front of Thee, – Connie Dover
When we parcel heaven and fence eternity, when the wildness is all tamed and torn, dont let me live to see. – Connie Dover
When all our deeds of glory are laid in front of Thee, – Connie Dover
When we parcel heaven and fence eternity, when the wildness is all tamed and torn, dont let me live to see. – Connie Dover
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Whos sorry for a gnat or girl? – Elizabeth Barrett Browning