Morning
To find the Western path
Right thro' the Gates of Wrath
I urge my way.
Sweet Mercy leads me on,
With soft repentant moan
I see the break of day.
The war of swords e spears
Melted by dewy tears
Exhales on high.
The Sun is freed from fears
And with soft grateful tears
Ascends the sky.
Leggi un'altra Poesia Tutti gli Argomenti
Immagini con frasi
Consigliati
Ultimi argomenti inseriti
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