English poem
Xviii
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
O’er hill and field elate I walked, With all things fair by turns I talked; I felt the God within me move And nothing seemed too mean for Love.
Versos English Clarence Cook Xviii
Versos English Clarence Cook Xviii
English poem
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
O’er hill and field elate I walked, With all things fair by turns I talked; I felt the God within me move And nothing seemed too mean for Love.