Maxioms by James Montgomery
Nearest the throne itself must be
The footstool of humility.
Nearest the throne itself must be
The footstool of humility.
The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
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The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
Than all the lavish fragrance of the time.
