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How a woman can mirror all the secrets of earth She's a luminous power, but she dreams in the dirt Never knowing her strength, letting go all her worth Let me sing her a hymn for a woman She begins in a box where the boundaries are set To be graceful, and cheerful and accept wher...
For festive singers in the UK, the the hymn is generally sung to the tune of ‘Winchester Old’. But across the pond, carollers opt for a variation on an aria byHandel, taken from his operaSiroe, arranged by Lowell Mason. Read more:The 30 greatest Christmas carols of all t...
Let’s find out more about the writer behind the hymn: John Newton’s Life Newton was born in London, England, in 1726, the son of John Newton Sr. and Elizabeth Newton. His father was a shipmaster in the Mediterranean service, and his mother was an instrument maker. Elizabeth died fr...
25. “Let’s love like there are no goodbyes.”– Dua Lipa 26. “If I was you, I’d wanna be me too.”– Meghan Trainor, “Me Too” Hip hop song quotes 27. “Summertime is meant to fall in love / I could fall asleep and stare in your eyes / We’ll dance all night” –...
dreams upon our earth. Norwegian man in house and cabin, thank your great God! The country he wanted to protect, although things looked dark. All the fights fathers have fought, and the mothers have wept, the Lord has quietly eased
Let's be merry and put a bright face on: What mortal can boast so noble a toast As a Free or an Accepted Mason. Chorus: What mortal can boast so noble a toast As a Free or an Accepted Mason Master's Song 1.-Solo: This world is so hard and so stony; ...
I embrace this moment of peace Seasons have perished through conflict The storm has shaded my visions Tarnished at times, the will to be I The moon sets in her eyes Rising the sun to a mist of dead illusions We are fire burning under the stars As we are clothed in flames Let the ...
Let there be garlands, Dica,Around thy lovely hair.And supple sprays of blossomTwined by thy soft hands. Whoso is crowned with flowers 5 Has favour with the gods,Who have no kindly eyesFor the ungarlanded. XI When the Cretan maidensDancing up the full moonRound some fair new altar,Trampl...
Being her young self as pondered on In the dim of dawn. “–The lady here long ago –Is she now here?–young–or such age as she is?” “–She is still here.”–“Thank God. Let her know; She’ll pardon a comer so late as this Whom she’d fain not miss.” She received ...