Oh, heart, let's never grow too old To smile anew, when Christmas comes, At tassels red and tinsel thread, And tarlatan bags f sugarplums. Nancy Byrd Turner More Quotes by Nancy Byrd Turner More Quotes From Nancy Byrd Turner Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall; On quiet hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the lintel are green leaves, Beyond, the light lies still; Very weary and willing feet Go over that sill. There is nothing to trouble any heart; Nothing to hurt at all. Death is only an old door In a garden wall. Nancy Byrd Turner wall hurt lying Death is only an old door/Set in a garden wall. Nancy Byrd Turner wall garden grief Under our thatch, friend, place shall abide for you, touch but the latch, friend, the door will swing wide for you! Nancy Byrd Turner swings home doors The Bookshop has a thousand books, Nancy Byrd Turner color doors book Easter's nearly here, now - Nancy Byrd Turner easter world
