Maxioms by Richard Hovey
For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
Of all men's souls to-day
A secret quiver shoots.
For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
Of all men's souls to-day
A secret quiver shoots.
And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and
sold,
The wealth of read more
And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and
sold,
The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.
