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.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker mean'd not should be trod
By man, the read more
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker mean'd not should be trod
By man, the image of his God,
Erect and free,
Unscourged by Superstition's rod.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
