Later Life by Christina Rossetti Something this foggy day, a something which Is neither of this fog nor of today, Has set me dreaming of the winds that play Past certain cliffs, along one certain beach, And turn the topmost edge of waves to spray: Ah pleasant pebbly strand so far away, So out of reach while quite within my reach, As out of reach as India or Cathay! Spend not then his gifts in vain.
Like a cool breeze on a sweltering day, like a ray of sunshine parting glowering clouds, you lift me up.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
The Miracle of Friendship by Anonymous There is a Miracle called Friendship that dwells within the heart and you don't know how it happens or when it even starts.
Friends care about each other and are there to celebrate the good times and be there for each other during the bad.
Friends that God has chosen for us, Always seem to love us best.