MACKAY, ROBERT B

MACKAY, ROBERT B

When the war process breaks down, peace will be imminent.

MACKAY, ROBERT B

MACKAY, ROBERT B

Do not distress over thy captive beauty, Nor fret its loss with seasons change; Thy sweet fragrance stirs, Distilling thy essence and it fadeth not, Oh gentle rose.

MACKAY, ROBERT B

MACKAY, ROBERT B

Some people wanting to make their mark on the world, merely leave a stain.

MACKAY, ROBERT B