Gather Ye Rosebuds…

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time       Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to … Continue reading Gather Ye Rosebuds…