A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.
There's no glory like those who save their country.
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.