Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession,
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Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession,
many.
For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the
misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the
misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Listen! O, listen!
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
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Listen! O, listen!
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
