Utorak, Februar 01, 2011
unclouded arch of
unclouded arch of heaven, as they spread out before her they are gods own, man cannot pollute them they are like a picture of glory inspiring her with emotions she cannot suppress. As the last dim sight of land is lost in the distance, she waves a handkerchief, as if to bid it adieu for ever then looking at maxwell, who sits by her side, she says, with a sigh, i am beyond it. Free,yes, free. But, have i not left a sufferer behind. There is my poor annette, my child i will clasp her to my bosom,i will love her more when i meet her again. Goodbye, franconiadear franconia. She will be a
