Maxioms by Bishop Reginald Heber
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
Before, beside us, and above
The firefly lights his lamp of love.
Before, beside us, and above
The firefly lights his lamp of love.
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single
excuse.
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single
excuse.
