My Sister's Well-Rounded Life
Hall, Abraham Oakey Excerpt from My Sister's Well-Rounded Life: A Memorial Epistle Addressed to a Family FriendWhy must the ¿owers die? Prisoned they lie In the cold tomb, heedless of tears or rain. 0 doubting heart They only sleep below The soft, white, ermine snow, While winter winds shall blow.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an import...