It stole into her wounded breast;
The sacred odors seemed to be
A message for her bleeding heart—
“The Crucified pities thee.”
Caroline Stratton Valentine.
THE BELL HANGS IN THE TOWER.
It stole into her wounded breast;
The sacred odors seemed to be
A message for her bleeding heart—
“The Crucified pities thee.”
Caroline Stratton Valentine.
THE BELL HANGS IN THE TOWER.