Thomas Gray

They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay
away from the coronation.

They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay
away from the coronation.

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.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.

When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.

When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.

While bright-eyed science watches round.

While bright-eyed science watches round.