Charles Sprague
Charles Sprague
clouds lap learned love social thee thy
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doctor's spite; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, And lap me in delight.
dark dividends fat road sordid
Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends; an incarnation of fat dividends
hate mercy soul
Hate shuts her soul when dove-eyed mercy pleads