Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
When I was a shepherd on the plains of Assyria.
When I was a shepherd on the plains of Assyria.
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men read more
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.
Give place to your superiors.
Give place to your superiors.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
