Maxioms by Thomas Gray
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
