Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.
Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.
Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams
Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April read more
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams
Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers
The tassels of the maple flowers.
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, That all of thee we loved and cherished Has with thy summer roses read more
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, That all of thee we loved and cherished Has with thy summer roses perished; And left, as its young beauty fled, An ashen memory in its stead.
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; Who sows a field, or trains read more
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants a tree, is more than all.
