Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.
William WordsworthBut who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
William WordsworthSerene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.
William WordsworthBut who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
William Wordsworth