Maxioms by Jean Ingelow
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
How gently rock yon poplars high
Against the reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored.
How gently rock yon poplars high
Against the reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored.
