Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted read more
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."
No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him: there is always work,
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No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him: there is always work,
And tools to work withal, for those who will;
And blessed are the horny hand of toil!
Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
Great cowardice is hidden by a bluster of daring.
Great cowardice is hidden by a bluster of daring.
An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is read more
An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays;
I only know she came and went.
