To justify God's ways to man.

Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.

Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again.

The bells they sound on Bredon, And still the steeples hum. "Come all to church, good people"- Oh, noisy bells, be dumb; I hear you, I will come.

White in the moon the long road lies.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.