She stood amid the morning dew, And sang her earliest measure sweet, Sang as the lark sings,speeding fair, to touch and taste the purer air
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Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
American writer (1835–1905)
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American writer (1835–1905)
3 posts
1.2K followers
She stood amid the morning dew, And sang her earliest measure sweet, Sang as the lark sings,speeding fair, to touch and taste the purer air
These are weighty secrets, and we must whisper them.
The tasks are done and the tears are shed. Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover; Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled, Are healed with the healing that night has shed.