Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
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See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out read more
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms
For bread, but have some space to think and feel
Like moral and immortal creatures.
