Maxioms by Lewis J. Bates
The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong,
Hope starves without a crumb;
But God's time is read more
The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong,
Hope starves without a crumb;
But God's time is our harvest time,
And that is sure to come.
Some day Love shall claim his own
Some day Right ascend his throne,
Some day hidden Truth read more
Some day Love shall claim his own
Some day Right ascend his throne,
Some day hidden Truth be known;
Some day--some sweet day.
The future ain't what it used to be.
The future ain't what it used to be.
O, once in each man's life, at least,
Good luck knocks at his door;
And wit to read more
O, once in each man's life, at least,
Good luck knocks at his door;
And wit to seize the flitting guest
Need never hunger more.
But while the loitering idler waits
Good luck beside his fire,
The bold heart storms at fortune's gates,
And conquers its desire.
The joy late coming late departs.
The joy late coming late departs.