Life is arched with changing skies:Rarely are they what they seem:Children we of smiles and sighs --Much we know, but more we dream.
Life is arched with changing skies: Rarely are they what they seem: Children we of smiles and sighs -- Much we know, but more we dream.
No life can be barren which hears the whisper of the wind in the branches, or the voice of the sea as it breaks upon the shore; and no soul can lack happiness looking up to the midnight stars.