Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom
But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom
But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
'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.
But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
