Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted read more
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."
Oh, Washington! thou hero, patriot sage,
Friend of all climes, and pride of every age!
Oh, Washington! thou hero, patriot sage,
Friend of all climes, and pride of every age!
A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my read more
A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
Behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God with the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
Behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God with the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
