Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness read more
And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thoughts;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves
In roarings round the coral reef.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
