Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
William WordsworthOft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
William WordsworthSpade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
William WordsworthOft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
William Wordsworth