Sing His Praises from the Salesian Collection [antikvár]

1 •,'! f . 1 Petak of Golc. Raindrops of silver bring petals of gold When Spring's crimson skies vanquish the cold As flowers burst forth from Winter's cold grave To bask in the sun, to dance and to wave. All earth's a garden beneath sunny skies For every sunrise brings a brand-new surprise. Each day's a treasure, a sight to behold, When God writes "I love you" on petals of gold. Clay Harrison