Maxioms by Thomas Gray
While bright-eyed science watches round.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
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There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
The Redbreast loves to build and warble there,
And little Footsteps lightly print the ground.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.