Maxioms by James Montgomery
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.
There is a flower, a little flower
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes every changing read more
There is a flower, a little flower
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes every changing hour,
And weathers every sky.
