Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all.
The saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all.
Dew-drops are the gems of morning,
But the tears of mournful eve!
Dew-drops are the gems of morning,
But the tears of mournful eve!
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
If any man obtain that which he merits,
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It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
If any man obtain that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
