Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!

The quiet sense of something lost

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Love is the only gold.

The greater person is one of courtesy.

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.

To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and aimable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes man.