Maxioms by Jean Ingelow
And old affront will stir the heart
Through years of rankling pain.
And old affront will stir the heart
Through years of rankling pain.
Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
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Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
Asleep, and waiting for the opening day,
When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
"O fateful flower beside the rill--
The Daffodil, the daffodil!"
"O fateful flower beside the rill--
The Daffodil, the daffodil!"
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
