Three in the morning, an hour of woe, Breathes heartache and mourning and deepest sorrow. Its minutes are counted with seconds and sighs As in
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Joy of Morning
God’s love is like a morning, Arising in my soul. A perfect, constant dawning, So warm and wonderful. . Though the earthly night
Rest and Laziness: They are Different!
I am a busy person, not necessarily because I have committed to a lot or because my parents expect a lot from me, but because
