Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks,
silent as the shadows.
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks,
silent as the shadows.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
