Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?

I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.

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

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

Man's word is God in man.