Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy read more
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
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Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
To whom God has granted grace
To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
To lift the latch, and force the way:
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.
He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.
