Maxioms by Thomas Gray
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
In climes beyond the solar road.
In climes beyond the solar road.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
