Maxioms by Edwin Arnold
Making all future fruits of all the pasts.
Making all future fruits of all the pasts.
Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep
Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,
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Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep
Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,
Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all
Where pity is, for pity makes the world
Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.
Who doth right deeds
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.
Who doth right deeds
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.
We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
