Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
A favorite has no friend!
A favorite has no friend!
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
