Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be […]
The Old Brick Church
I remember it warmly, those days of my youth,When troubles felt lighter, when worries were few. The upright piano, that played out of tune,Yet the songs that it played brought […]