We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
Images: © Michele Abeles
Text: From Light of Asia by Edwin Arnold (1832 – 1904)
We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
Images: © Michele Abeles
Text: From Light of Asia by Edwin Arnold (1832 – 1904)
