Oh, Jacob, you would twice wait Seven years for Rachel's hand. And twice, they passed like a day.
The True Artist Lives By His Art, or Dies. He Does No Harm to Anyone for not Receiving Him.
The True Artist Lives By His Art, or Dies. He Does No Harm to Anyone for not Receiving Him.
Oh, Jacob, you would twice wait Seven years for Rachel's hand. And twice, they passed like a day.
B. K. Neifert 