Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears... The Inheritance - Página 343 de Susan Ferrier - 1824 - 387 páginas Visualização completa -
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