Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.
Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
He sins not, who is not wilfully a sinner.
He sins not, who is not wilfully a sinner.
He is most powerful who governs himself.
He is most powerful who governs himself.
Delightful praise!--like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
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Delightful praise!--like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.
