Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
Great things rush to the destruction of each other.
Great things rush to the destruction of each other.
The purely Great
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Thou nameless, now a power and mixed read more
The purely Great
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my read more
A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.
Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, read more
Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.
