English poem
Xxi
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
I gazed at will; my thankful eyes Were bathed in dews of Paradise; My heart ran out my God to meet, And clasped his knees and kissed his feet.
Versos English Clarence Cook Xxi
English poem
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
I gazed at will; my thankful eyes Were bathed in dews of Paradise; My heart ran out my God to meet, And clasped his knees and kissed his feet.