Oh good gray head which all men knew!
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.