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.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
