Maxioms by Thomas Gray
There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
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There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
The Redbreast loves to build and warble there,
And little Footsteps lightly print the ground.
To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
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To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
