Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven!
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven!
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved As you thrust a bare arm backward And made play with your…
Security is mostly superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience…
For joys fall not to the rich alone, nor has he lived ill, who from birth to death has passed…