Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
Alfred Lord TennysonHer court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.
Alfred Lord TennysonRing out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
Alfred Lord TennysonHer court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.
Alfred Lord Tennyson