 | Teresa and Other Poems |  |
A QUATRAIN
In life's hill-journey, howso' straitAnd stern the rock-hewn pass may be,
Time's blackest boulder-chinks are lit
With foam-white threads of memory.
| Teresa and Other Poems | |
And stern the rock-hewn pass may be,
Time's blackest boulder-chinks are lit
With foam-white threads of memory.