Maxioms by Bishop Reginald Heber
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
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?
