Maxioms by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, read more
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know read more
Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.
