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.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
