And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
We needs must love the highest when we see it.
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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.
Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.