Impromptu: To J. W--T Poem by Thomas Cowherd

Impromptu: To J. W--T



When troubles arise, my friend, lift thine eyes
To that Being who died on the cross!-
Rest assured of this: the Mansions of Bliss
Ne'er were reached without some seeming loss!

Thursday, April 26, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: friend,loss
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