December 26, 2024 at 2:45 AM
They are autographs ofangels penned
In Nature’s green-leaved book in blended tints
Borrowed from rainbows&sunset skies
&written everywhere–on plain and hill
In lonely dells, ‘mid crowded haunts of men;
On the broad prairies, where no eye save God’s
May read their silent, sacred mysteries.
-ALaighton
In Nature’s green-leaved book in blended tints
Borrowed from rainbows&sunset skies
&written everywhere–on plain and hill
In lonely dells, ‘mid crowded haunts of men;
On the broad prairies, where no eye save God’s
May read their silent, sacred mysteries.
-ALaighton
February 23, 2026 at 12:20 PM
They are autographs ofangels penned
In Nature’s green-leaved book in blended tints
Borrowed from rainbows&sunset skies
&written everywhere–on plain and hill
In lonely dells, ‘mid crowded haunts of men;
On the broad prairies, where no eye save God’s
May read their silent, sacred mysteries.
-ALaighton
In Nature’s green-leaved book in blended tints
Borrowed from rainbows&sunset skies
&written everywhere–on plain and hill
In lonely dells, ‘mid crowded haunts of men;
On the broad prairies, where no eye save God’s
May read their silent, sacred mysteries.
-ALaighton