 | Poems by Jean Ingelow |  |
‘Now, hear me: there be troubles in this world
That no man can escape, and there is one
That lieth hard and heavy on my soul,
Concerning that which is to come:—
That no man can escape, and there is one
That lieth hard and heavy on my soul,
Concerning that which is to come:—
| Poems by Jean Ingelow | |