Maxioms by Jean Ingelow
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.
Against her ankles as she trod
The lucky buttercups did nod.
Against her ankles as she trod
The lucky buttercups did nod.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more
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.
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.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
