Maxioms by Richard Henry Dana
Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
And with that read more
Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
And with that boding cry
Along the waves dost thou fly?
Oh! rather, bird, with me
Through this fair land rejoice!
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.
