Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
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.
He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
Content to follow when we lead the way.
Content to follow when we lead the way.
