Then tell me not that I shall grow I grant that summer heats will burn, Build me a shrine, and I could kneel That one GREAT SPIRIT governs all. branches wave; And those who from life's tumult fly |
Then tell me not that I shall grow I grant that summer heats will burn, Build me a shrine, and I could kneel That one GREAT SPIRIT governs all. branches wave; And those who from life's tumult fly |