Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
'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.
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds read more
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
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?
