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!
The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.