FridayJul 18, 2025
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
I would empty thy chalice of heart-ache and pain, Would freshen the desert with flowers and rain, Would draw out the bitter and pour in the sweet, And remove every thorn from the way of thy feet; Would sing in the gladness of summer and bloom, And sing out the sadness of winter and gloom, Would lessen the load by enlarging thy life, I would sing back repose, and would sing away strife.
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