The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.


Festus: a poem (ed. 1857)


The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.

The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.

The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.

The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.