Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
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.
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
