Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
In climes beyond the solar road.
In climes beyond the solar road.
Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear if forced to flow.
Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear if forced to flow.
