Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
