Maxioms by Jean Ingelow
How gently rock yon poplars high
Against the reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored.
How gently rock yon poplars high
Against the reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
And old affront will stir the heart
Through years of rankling pain.
And old affront will stir the heart
Through years of rankling pain.
