None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life. Thomas Cole
None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.
How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die. Thomas Cole
How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.
