Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
