Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
To bear is to conquer our fate.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
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.
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to read more
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.
