Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.
Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.
Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword read more
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
