Maxioms by Thomas Gray
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious read more
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they read more
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
