A little sun, a little rain, A soft wind blowing from the west, And woods and fields are sweet again, And warmth within the mountain's breast A little love, a little trust, A soft impulse, a sudden dream, And life… — Stopford Brooke Copy Share Image
A little sun, a little rain, A soft wind blowing from the west, And woods and fields are sweet again, And warmth within the… — Stopford Brooke Copy Share Image
“I dreamed of myself in a dream, and told the dream, which was mine, as if it were another person's of whom I dreamed.… — Stopford Brooke Copy Share Image
If a thousand old beliefs were ruined in our march to truth we must still march on. — Stopford Brooke Copy Share Image
