Maxioms by William Cowper
We bear our shades about us; self-deprived
Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread,
And range an read more
We bear our shades about us; self-deprived
Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread,
And range an Indian waste without a tree.
We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.
We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
All zeal for a reform, that gives offence
To peace and charity, is mere pretence.
All zeal for a reform, that gives offence
To peace and charity, is mere pretence.
Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
