Poems about chart
Were But Mine The Right Between
need you unto him
or else forgive not me
contenteth me
oh poor and far
it's thoughts and just two heart
too narrow is the right between
as we went out and in
and then it's time to strike my tent
were but mine the charter of the least fly
out of sound out of sight
'tis Sweet To Know Of Heaven,
but when the soul is in pain
we wonder it was not ourselves
parting is all we know of heaven,
'tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
how well i knew the light before
and so when all the time had leaked,
as if the chart were given,
as if for you to choose,