Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
Six years--six little years--six drops of time.
Six years--six little years--six drops of time.
Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
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Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.
Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
Forever doth accompany mankind,
Hath look'd on no religion read more
Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
Forever doth accompany mankind,
Hath look'd on no religion scornfully
That men did ever find.
The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and
light.
The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and
light.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born.
