Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
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Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what thou art.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
