AVAUNT! YE TEARS.
Reading edition
Avaunt! ye tears, ’tis not the soul That crumbles ’neath the grassy sod. Now dost thou learn how vain to weep, When death means, “God”?
Reading edition
Avaunt! ye tears, ’tis not the soul That crumbles ’neath the grassy sod. Now dost thou learn how vain to weep, When death means, “God”?