Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
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Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!
