I Could Not But Climb.
It stood so glorious there before me towering, towering o’er my head I could not help but stumble toward it newly risen from death’s dark bed The shrouds of death so quick discarded tangled, swiftly…
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It stood so glorious there before me towering, towering o’er my head I could not help but stumble toward it newly risen from death’s dark bed The shrouds of death so quick discarded tangled, swiftly…