Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
No. 48, st. 1. - A Shropshire Lad (1896)
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
No. 48, st. 1. - A Shropshire Lad (1896)