Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
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The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
This is the reward of my folly.
This is the reward of my folly.
