Frank Dempster Sherman Quotes
And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town.
Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so. Love, only Love.
Out of the scabbard of the night By God's hand drawn Flashes his shining sword of light And lo the dawn!