June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Enjoy the blessings Heaven bestows, Assist his friends, forgive his foes; Trust God, and keep his statutes still, Upright and firm, through good and ill; Thankful for all that God has given, Fixing his firmest hopes on heaven; Knowing that… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
