Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen read more
O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born!
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,
And hear My Son in heaven!
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
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And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
The problem still for us and all of human race.
In general those who nothing have to say
Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.
In general those who nothing have to say
Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.
