Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
