Maxioms by Edwin Arnold
The sunbeams dropped
Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche,
Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and read more
The sunbeams dropped
Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche,
Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim,
As if the very Day paused and grew Eve.
Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
