by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. ITell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty
My soul shall ever bless the Lord And His great name adore, For He my humble cry hath heard, And did my soul restore. He
I’ve scribbled some poems and want to share them in their raw format. Why is it so hard to do the right thing? To lock
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and
“The earth and they who dwell thereon Belong unto the Lord, — From His own hand all things have come According to his word. All
“Oh Lord, how greatly they are blest Who put their trust in Thee! Thou givest unto them the best Of mercies full and free.