The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
William BlakeChildren of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
William BlakeThe pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
William BlakeChildren of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
William Blake