Maxioms by Thomas Gray
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
A favorite has no friend!
A favorite has no friend!
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
