English poem
Xxxi
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
With that, cold sweat ran down my face I rose up straightway in my place I lit my lamp, my Bible took And sat to read the blessed Book.
Versos English Clarence Cook Xxxi
Versos English Clarence Cook Xxxi
English poem
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
With that, cold sweat ran down my face I rose up straightway in my place I lit my lamp, my Bible took And sat to read the blessed Book.