Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
God made thee good as thou art beautiful.
The greater person is one of courtesy.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.