His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

My mind is clouded with a doubt.

There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.