There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers. Gerald Massey
There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.
Not by appointment do we meet delight Or joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner of the streets of life they of a sudden greet us with a smile. Gerald Massey
Not by appointment do we meet delight Or joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner of the streets of life they of a sudden greet us with a smile.
