Maxioms by Thomas Hood
The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me.
The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.
Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.
