Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us read more
He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us was short, and 'twas most meet,
That he should be no delver in earth's clod,
Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet
To stand before his God:
O blest word--Evermore!
Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping, but never dead,
Will rise in read more
Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping, but never dead,
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.
My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.
My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.
Freedom is the only law which genius knows.
Freedom is the only law which genius knows.
