Maxioms by Thomas Moore
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
In Adam's fall--
We sinned all.
In Adam's fall--
We sinned all.
