I many times thought peace had come,When peace was far away;As wrecked men deem they sight the landAt centre of the sea,And struggle slacker, but to prove,As hopelessly as I,How many the fictitious shoresBefore the harbor lie. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear;But seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio