Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out read more
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms
For bread, but have some space to think and feel
Like moral and immortal creatures.
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
I have a heart with room for every joy.
I have a heart with room for every joy.
Who never doubted, never half believed.
Where doubt there truth is--'tis her shadow.
Who never doubted, never half believed.
Where doubt there truth is--'tis her shadow.
