Maxioms by Joseph Addison
When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
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When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
In wonder, love and praise.
We are growing serious, and, let me tell you, that's the very
next step to being dull.
We are growing serious, and, let me tell you, that's the very
next step to being dull.
They consume a considerable quantity of our paper manufacture,
employ our artisans in printing, and find business for great read more
They consume a considerable quantity of our paper manufacture,
employ our artisans in printing, and find business for great
numbers of indigent persons.
A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle read more
A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
They faint and languish by degrees,
And at a distance die.
