Maxioms by Robert Southey
While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.
While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives
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O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives
Its glossy leaves
Ordered by an Intelligence so wise
As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.
