ThursdayNov 21, 2024
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
Grant us the wil1 to fashion as we feel, Grant us the strength to labor as we know, Grant us the purpose, ribbed and edged with steel, To strike the blow.
This be my pilgrimage and goal Daily to march and find The secret phrases of the soul, The evangels of the mind.
And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.
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