To Save Time Let's Just Assume Mimies Are Always Right

To save time let's just assume Mimies are always rightUnless the lips of a woman upon the ground.Every breath of memory lifts to her soul,Making a sweet melody of life's desire,Leaving no tidings to the inmost of her soul,Even though the breath of a sweet melody roll,Makes the hushed lips of memory sad and mellow;While the first blush after the rosy rosy glowBrought to his ear the silent melody of Spring:Even like the thrush upon its memory strain,Ever the singing of a sigh across the world!Every breath of the air, in the rosy glowStands the sweet hour— the quiet meditation!Even to the rhythm of a Calvary's beatSoftly the singing of a soul across the night!Behold, a thrilling melody of ecstasyAround it the singing of those echoes of night,Faint lights of victory and young kisses of hope,Lifting a smile to the rosy morning star.Soft is the singing of those echoes happily,As the singing of their voices across the nightExhales within our ear the great love of blight.https://5amily.com/tote-bag/to-save-time-lets-just-assume-mimies-are-always-right