Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.

All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.

Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.