We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
Life Thoughts: Gathered from the Extemporaneous Discourses of Henry Ward Beecher (ed. 1858)
We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
Life Thoughts: Gathered from the Extemporaneous Discourses of Henry Ward Beecher (ed. 1858)