Evelyn Forest, Once a Week (1863)
“ For each brightening day seems bringing The hope of her life more near. Summer—her heart is waiting; Its dream is yet unfulfilled: But her trust knows no abating, Though the Spring’s glad song is stilled. ”
Evelyn Forest, Once a Week (1863)
“ For each brightening day seems bringing The hope of her life more near. Summer—her heart is waiting; Its dream is yet unfulfilled: But her trust knows no abating, Though the Spring’s glad song is stilled. ”