F. Fleming, William

Yet it is too soon. When I possess the crown your faithful eyes Shall be the witnesses of all my deeds. Stay in this porch the priestesses to-day Present Olympia to the powers divine: This day in secret she must expiate Sins which are even to herself unknown. This day a better life I shall begin....

Fate would make us wretched here But hope shall dry up every tear; In sorrow he shall give us rest And make us even in anguish blest: Love shall preserve us from the paths of vice And strew his flowers around the precipice.Wilder Publications is a green publisher. All of our books are printed to ...