The life above, the life on high, Alone is life in verity ; Nor can we life at all enjoy, Till this poor life is o'er; Then, O sweet Death ! no longer fly From me, who, ere my time to die, Am dying evermore; For evermore I weep and sigh, Dying because... A few sweet flowers collected from the writings of saint Teresa [chiefly ... - Stranica 94 napisao/la Teresa (st.) - 1862 Potpun prikaz -
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