Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
You whirled them to the back of beyont.
You whirled them to the back of beyont.
Let ease and rest at times be given to the weary.
Let ease and rest at times be given to the weary.
