Maxioms by William Cowper
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at interval upon the ear
In cadence sweet; read more
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at interval upon the ear
In cadence sweet; now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!
With easy force it opens all the cells
Where Memory slept.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
Words pregnant with celestial fire.
Words pregnant with celestial fire.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam
Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam
Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
