“I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed; Full radiance here; Give but a ray of peace that I may tread; Without a fear” Late Fall: the soft morning rays of the rising sun falls on the Hickory tree leaves that are about to fall off
“I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed; Full radiance here; Give but a ray of peace that I may tread; Without a fear” Late Fall: the soft morning rays of the rising sun falls on the Hickory tree leaves that are about to fall off
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