Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

We needs must love the highest when we see it.

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.