Sunday

The sun that rises over the quiet streets of London on a bright Sunday morning, shines till his setting, on gay and happy faces.

The sun that rises over the quiet streets of London on a bright Sunday morning, shines till his setting, on gay and happy faces.

When I heard the Sunday bells, and looked around a little more upon the outspread beauty, I felt that I was not nearly thankful enough.

When I heard the Sunday bells, and looked around a little more upon the outspread beauty, I felt that I was not nearly thankful enough.