Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
The smile of God is victory.
The smile of God is victory.
Simply duty hath no place for fear.
Simply duty hath no place for fear.
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead read more
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
