I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay, Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer. I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, Temptation without and corruption within: E’en the…
Pilgrim Notes
Just some observations about the world from a pilgrims point of view.
