Morn for all no more, oh Lord; On fall or torn but bored What woe on all ere dawn For…
Edenic Echo
Then God plants the forbidden tree, And thus lays bare the fruit that be, Dares all but none to eat…
Plea of Eve
As was little behind that morning glow, Whose sole respite avowed her only smile, Did entrust that lasting love upon…
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