Maxioms by Robert Southey
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each read more
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the south melting.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a read more
And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a sober hue display
Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
