Midnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.
Harriet Beecher Stowe...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
Harriet Beecher StoweMidnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.
Harriet Beecher Stowe...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
Harriet Beecher Stowe