My AutographBy Susanna MoodieShare thisShareWhat—write my name! How vain the feeble trust, To be remembered When the hand is dust— Grieve rather that the talents freely given Were used for earth—not treasured up for Heaven!
What—write my name! How vain the feeble trust, To be remembered When the hand is dust— Grieve rather that the talents freely given Were used for earth—not treasured up for Heaven!
