Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
Modred's narrow foxy face,
Heart hiding smile, and gray persistent eye.
Modred's narrow foxy face,
Heart hiding smile, and gray persistent eye.
A savior of the silver-coasted isle.
A savior of the silver-coasted isle.
