LiteratureRoadtrip

I. Alter? When the hills do bring me the sunset in a cup could I but ride indefinite down Time’s quaint stream II. Exultation is going further in the summer than the birds going to heaven! III. He touched me so I live to know I never lost as much as twice, just lost when I was saved like some old-fashioned miracle. IV. My worthiness is all my doubt, not any sunny tone of bronze or blaze V. Pink, small, and punctual, Remembrance has a rear and front, so bashful when I spied her VI. The Bible is an antique novel Unto my books so good to turn VII. Victory comes late; while I was fearing it, it came. You cannot put a fire out.