Maxioms by William Morris
March: Its tree, Juniper.
March: Its tree, Juniper.
Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.
Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
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Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not the victory vain.
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
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O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
Is half so sweet as thrushes sang
When my dear love and I were young.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
