Greek And Christian Poem by Philip Henry Savage

Greek And Christian



MAKE haste, my soul, the Wise Man whispered, go!
Gather the golden ears before the snow;
There is no harvest after death. But low,
The Shining One replied, It is not so.

Monday, October 18, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: snow
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