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

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,- Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.