"The Poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above." "The Folk-songs old that never are outworn." "Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care; And come like the benediction That follows after prayer." |
"The Poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above." "The Folk-songs old that never are outworn." "Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care; And come like the benediction That follows after prayer." |