Though Duty's face is stern, her path is best: They sweetly sleep who die upon her breast.
Henry AbbeyBehold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!
Henry AbbeyThough Duty's face is stern, her path is best: They sweetly sleep who die upon her breast.
Henry AbbeyBehold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!
Henry Abbey