Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
