 That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, 1 may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile ;— As some lone bird, at day's departing hour, Sings in the sunbeam, of the transient shower Forgetful, though its wings...  A woman's story - Page 156by Anna Maria Hall - 1857Full view - About this book
 | John Churton Collins - Bookbinding, Victorian - 1896 - 502 pages
...and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose the weary sense) The faint pang stealest unperceived away; On thee I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, I may look back on every sorrow past, And... | |
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