Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.

Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.

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.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.