Maxioms by Hartley Coleridge
The merry lark he soars on high,
No worldly thought o'ertakes him.
He sings aloud to the read more
The merry lark he soars on high,
No worldly thought o'ertakes him.
He sings aloud to the clear blue sky,
And the daylight that awakes him.
The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of read more
The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed centre.
