Sweet, Sweet Days Are Passing
Sweet, sweet days are passing O'er my happy home. Passing on swift wings through the valley of life. Cold are the days when winter comes again. When my sweet days were passing at my happy home, Sweet were the days on the rivulet's green brink ; Sweet were the days when I read my father's books; Sweet were the winter days when bright fires are blazing."
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"Sweet, sweet days are passing..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Louisa May Alcott delivers a powerful performance in "Sweet, Sweet Days Are Passing"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...