“ The years will stretch their hands, well-cheered By our lifes' ember. The centuries will burn rich loads With which we groaned, Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids, While songs are crooned. ”
“ The years will stretch their hands, well-cheered By our lifes' ember. The centuries will burn rich loads With which we groaned, Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids, While songs are crooned. ”
