“O golden Silence bid our souls be still and on the foolish fretting of our care lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!”
Julia Dorr“Who soweth good seed shall surely reap The year grows rich as it groweth old And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!”
Julia Dorr“O golden Silence bid our souls be still and on the foolish fretting of our care lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!”
Julia Dorr