There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time.
There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time.
And still I laughed, and did not fear
But that, whene'er was past away
The childish time, some happier play
My womanhood would cheer.
I knew the time would pass away,
And yet, beside the rose-tree wall,
Dear God, how seldom, if at all,
Did I look up to pray!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories