Maxioms by Thomas Gray
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
The Attic warbler pours her throat
Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
The Attic warbler pours her throat
Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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.
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
