Rain
The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Rain
The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Two Fragments Love holds me captive again and I tremble with bittersweet longing. As a gale on the mountainside bends…
Love flies, runs, and rejoices; it is free and nothing can hold it back.
On Commissary Goldie's Brains Lord, to account who dares thee call, Or e'er dispute thy pleasure? Else why, within so…