Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The long historian of my country's woes.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
