Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing
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Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing;
Wed or cease to woo.
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
