English poem
Iv
Arise, my soul, arise! The husks of time disdain, And wing thee to the skies, Where there is lasting gain; Where moth nor rust can mock thy toil, Nor subtle thief break through to spoil.
Versos English John Brownlie Iv
Versos English John Brownlie Iv
English poem
Arise, my soul, arise! The husks of time disdain, And wing thee to the skies, Where there is lasting gain; Where moth nor rust can mock thy toil, Nor subtle thief break through to spoil.