Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.

Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.