“ And we, when life's last sands we rove With faltering foot and aching breast, Shall sigh for wings that waft the dove To flee away and be at rest. While hearts are young and hopes are high, A fairy scene doth life appear ”
“ And we, when life's last sands we rove With faltering foot and aching breast, Shall sigh for wings that waft the dove To flee away and be at rest. While hearts are young and hopes are high, A fairy scene doth life appear ”
