Maxioms by Thomas Gray
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
