Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

I am a part of all that I have met.

Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.