Perfumed Days.

'In the rapture of life and of living,

I lift up my head and rejoice,

And I thank the great Giver for giving

The soul of my gladness a voice.

In the glow of the glorious weather,

In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,

My burdens seem light as a feather –

They are nothing to bear..."

 

"A Song Of Life" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

 

 

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