Maxioms by William Cowper
Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And learning wiser grow without his read more
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And learning wiser grow without his books.
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching read more
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
