Quote by William Kean Seymour

This I have known, and these have come againWith echoing happiness in heart and brain;Time standing still, surrendering to meBeauty that otherwise would cease to be.


This I have known, and these have come againWith echoing hap

Summary

This quote expresses the realization that certain experiences and moments bring immense joy and beauty, making time seem to stand still. The speaker acknowledges that these moments, and the happiness they bring, enable them to appreciate the beauty that would otherwise go unnoticed or forgotten. The quote reveals the profound impact such experiences have on the speaker's heart and mind, leaving a lingering impression of the extraordinary in an ordinary world.

By William Kean Seymour
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