Contented
“If the wren can cling To a spray a-swing In the mad May wind. And sing, and sing, As if she’d burst for joy— Why cannot I Contented lie In His quiet arms, Beneath His sky, Unmoved by life’s annoy? Contentment
“If the wren can cling To a spray a-swing In the mad May wind. And sing, and sing, As if she’d burst for joy— Why cannot I Contented lie In His quiet arms, Beneath His sky, Unmoved by life’s annoy? Contentment
Rebekah (Smit) Buiter
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