Maxioms by James Montgomery
The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
A work of skill, surpassing sense,
A labor of Omnipotence;
Though frail as dust it meet thine read more
A work of skill, surpassing sense,
A labor of Omnipotence;
Though frail as dust it meet thine eye,
He form'd this gnat who built the sky.
The Rose has but a Summer reign,
The daisy never dies.
The Rose has but a Summer reign,
The daisy never dies.
The nursery of brooding Pelicans,
The dormitory of their dead, had vanish'd,
And all the minor spots read more
The nursery of brooding Pelicans,
The dormitory of their dead, had vanish'd,
And all the minor spots of rock and verdue,
The abodes of happy millions, were no more.
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
