Arrows Of Light
Arrows of light, come
Pierce my soul
Pierce my soul
Breath of the bright wind
Make us one
Make us one
Life is singing
Like a great bell ringing
The outcome of any serious research can only be to make two questions grow where only one grew before.
Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail,…