Maxioms by Robert Burns
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
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To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.
Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless read more
Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!