Maxioms by Paul Hamilton Hayne
Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour,
And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined,
Loves read more
Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour,
And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined,
Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power,--
A shining Jacob's-ladder of the mind!
Low gurgling laughter, as sweet
As the swallow's song i' the South,
And a ripple of dimples read more
Low gurgling laughter, as sweet
As the swallow's song i' the South,
And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet
By the curves of a perfect mouth.
