Maxioms by George Crabbe
But monument themselves memorials need.
But monument themselves memorials need.
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the read more
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart
Will we discern the wounds within.
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the read more
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
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"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
From Christian folds, the one selected race,
Of all professions, and in every place."