Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new.
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new.
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
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Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
To whom God has granted grace
To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
To lift the latch, and force the way:
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.
Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to read more
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
