The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.

Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.

Life is brief but love is LONG .