Oh! hearts that weep, and are prone to yield
To the touch of gloom in this world of ours,
Go search yourselves, and you’ll always find
That there still remains a “handful of flowers.”
— Mary Dow Brine
Oh! hearts that weep, and are prone to yield
To the touch of gloom in this world of ours,
Go search yourselves, and you’ll always find
That there still remains a “handful of flowers.”
— Mary Dow Brine
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