The heather grows among the thrones
Under wild Irish roses
Blossomed there within the shadow
Of her sister’s poses
Buds rare, lonesomely tender
Overshadowed by brighter red
Violet, purple, subdued in dress
Humbled and bowed, her head
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Words have become so common, that those that are beautiful will be immortalized one day in the little know ancient art form called books.
I found you there.... Visiting Carnton Plantation here in Franklin I found the name of a confederate soldier from South Carolin...
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