Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
Reach for the moon, because if you don't make it you'll land among the stars.
Reach for the moon, because if you don't make it you'll land among the stars.
The groves were God's first temples.
The groves were God's first temples.
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs read more
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep to-night.
Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to read more
Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep.
