Onward and sublime Will ever glide The silent stream of Time, That bears us on its tide.
Onward and sublime Will ever glide The silent stream of Time, That bears us on its tide. - Harvey Rice
- Harvey Rice
O Innocence, with laughing eyes! Thou art a cherub from the skies, A wanderer from heaven. - Harvey Rice
O Innocence, with laughing eyes! Thou art a cherub from the skies, A wanderer from heaven.
It rolls in grandeur lone-- The stream of Time; And on its shores lie strown The wrecks of every clime. - Harvey Rice
It rolls in grandeur lone-- The stream of Time; And on its shores lie strown The wrecks of every clime.
Nature declares herself in her works. What exists beyond her domain, if anything, becomes necessarily a matter of faith or imagination. - Harvey Rice
Nature declares herself in her works. What exists beyond her domain, if anything, becomes necessarily a matter of faith or imagination.
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