Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.

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

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.