by Brett & Kate McKay
The Builders By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that [...]
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by Brett & Kate McKay
An old sentimental poem in honor of Mother’s Day. Somebody’s Mother By Mary D. Brine The woman was old and ragged and gray, And bent with the chill of a winter’s day; The streets were white with a recent snow, And the woman’s feet with age were slow. At the crowded crossing she waited long, [...]
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