MAKING PEACE.
After this feud of yours and mine
The sun will shine;
After we both forget, forget,
The sun will set.
The sun will shine;
After we both forget, forget,
The sun will set.
I pray you think how warm and sweet
The heart can beat;
I pray you think how soon the rose
From grave-dust grows.
The heart can beat;
I pray you think how soon the rose
From grave-dust grows.
Edinburgh University Press:
T. AND A, CONSTABLE, PRINTERS TO HER MAJESTY.
