Man's word is God in man.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
The greater man the greater courtesy.
The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.