Maxioms by William Cowper
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleased read more
The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
O solitude, where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the read more
O solitude, where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And read more
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
