Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.