Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Not caring, so that sumpter-horse, the back
Be hung with gaudy trappings, in what course
Yea, rags read more
Not caring, so that sumpter-horse, the back
Be hung with gaudy trappings, in what course
Yea, rags most beggarly, they clothe the soul.
The shadow of a mighty name.
The shadow of a mighty name.
Democ'acy gives every man
A right to be his own oppressor.
Democ'acy gives every man
A right to be his own oppressor.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
