Maxioms by Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod,
They have left unstained, what there read more
Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod,
They have left unstained, what there they found,--
Freedom to worship God.
There is none,
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, read more
There is none,
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within
A mother's heart.
