A word that will comfort, oh! leave not unsaid.
An Apology.
TO J. D. N.
MY pen is mournful—you ask why
When all the time my face is glad,
And though contentment lights my eye,
A word that will comfort, oh! leave not unsaid.
MY pen is mournful—you ask why
When all the time my face is glad,
And though contentment lights my eye,