Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its read more
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
No trumpet-blast profound
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
No bloody streamlet stained
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No trumpet-blast profound
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
No bloody streamlet stained
Earth's silver rivers on the sacred morn.
Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,
Wearing a bright black wedding-coat;
White are his shoulders and white read more
Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,
Wearing a bright black wedding-coat;
White are his shoulders and white his crest.
