;Oh , give us pleasure in the flowers today
And give us not to think so far away
; As the uncertain harvest
Keep us here
And give us not to think so far away
; As the uncertain harvest
Keep us here
.All simply in the springing of the year
.Oh , give us pleasure in the orchard white , like nothing else by day , like ghosts by night
.And make us happy bees , the swarm dilating round the perfect trees
,And make us happy in the darting bird
,That suddenly above the bees is heard
,The meteor that thrusts with needle bill
.And off a blossom in mid-air stands still
, For this is love and nothing slse is love
,The which it is reserved for GOD above
.To sanctify to what far ends he will , but which it only needs that we fulfill
Robert Frost
.Oh , give us pleasure in the orchard white , like nothing else by day , like ghosts by night
.And make us happy bees , the swarm dilating round the perfect trees
,And make us happy in the darting bird
,That suddenly above the bees is heard
,The meteor that thrusts with needle bill
.And off a blossom in mid-air stands still
, For this is love and nothing slse is love
,The which it is reserved for GOD above
.To sanctify to what far ends he will , but which it only needs that we fulfill
Robert Frost
Hi.the above frame seems a little odd. what's the matter with it?It appears too big .
ReplyDeleteGod bless us baby,
ReplyDeletewhen the stuff are heavy,
hell would be our place maybe