Fresh and sweet smelt the morn,Continue reading →
With its silver charm and warmth;
Kindled by love so tendered and sought;
Of the snowy blossoms around.
Autumn does bring with it charm,
Of the naked trees and the roaring wind;
To the fluttering of the tiny wings;
Which find it all life in air.
Spring does bring with it charm,
With the lark brightening the day;
Chirping that immortal tune so low;
Making known its love to eternal skies.
poem about hope
O, ye droopy sun,Continue reading →
Whence wilt thou shine;
Whence whither the gloom;
Thy shadow hath cast.
Why beyond all goodness,
Thou cast a cloudy smirk;
Why thou chuckle with glee;
At nature's dull display.
Why enjoy the chilly morn,
Whence man draped in sin;
Shalt long for thine rays;
To enlighten their burdened hearts.