Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Since sorrow never comes too late
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Since sorrow never comes too late
And happiness too swiftly flies.
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.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
