English poem
Xlviii
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
This thought raised up my fainting heart And somewhat eased the deadly smart, My lips began to move in prayer-- My soul to breathe a freer air.
Versos English Clarence Cook Xlviii
Versos English Clarence Cook Xlviii
English poem
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
This thought raised up my fainting heart And somewhat eased the deadly smart, My lips began to move in prayer-- My soul to breathe a freer air.