Maxioms by Robert Burns
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.