Unto something other—higher:
God himself were loved the best,
Were man’s sympathies at rest;
Rest above the strain and fret
Of the world of strangers yet!
Strangers yet!
R. Monckton Milnes.
Unto something other—higher:
God himself were loved the best,
Were man’s sympathies at rest;
Rest above the strain and fret
Of the world of strangers yet!
Strangers yet!
R. Monckton Milnes.