Maxioms by Bishop Reginald Heber
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence.
Then on! then on! where duty leads,
My course be onward still.
Then on! then on! where duty leads,
My course be onward still.
Failed the bright promise of your early day?
Failed the bright promise of your early day?
