Footprints for Pilgrims - 418
From:
Footprints for Pilgrims: Evening Meditations for the Day of Days
By:
John Gifford Bellett
Is it some loved and kindred heart,
From which we cannot bear to part,
Round which we fondly cling?
We little know the danger here,
Till that which to our souls too dear
Has weaned us from our proper sphere,
Has clipped our soaring wing.
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