Quotes by Christina G. Ross

“One by one the flowers close Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon.”

“Hark! that's the nightingale Telling the self-same tale Her song told when this ancient earth was young: So echoes answered when her song was sung In the first wooded vale.”

“One by one the flowers close Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon.”

“Hark! that's the nightingale Telling the self-same tale Her song told when this ancient earth was young: So echoes answered when her song was sung In the first wooded vale.”