Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
The future works out great men's destinies;
The present is enough for common souls,
Who, never looking read more
The future works out great men's destinies;
The present is enough for common souls,
Who, never looking forward, are indeed
Mere clay wherein the footprints of their age
Are petrified forever.
We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
The fireflies o'er the meadow
In pulses come and go.
The fireflies o'er the meadow
In pulses come and go.
Who will think that the gods can be insulted with impunity?
Who will think that the gods can be insulted with impunity?
Patience revels in misfortunes.
Patience revels in misfortunes.
