We needs must love the highest when we see it.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?