English poem
Iv
No storm disturbs the heavenly peace, No whispering fills the soul with fears As when the brooding tempest nears, And clouds around our path increase.
Versos English John Brownlie Iv
Versos English John Brownlie Iv
English poem
No storm disturbs the heavenly peace, No whispering fills the soul with fears As when the brooding tempest nears, And clouds around our path increase.