Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at read more
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
