When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.

O hard, when love and duty clash!

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.

All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.

Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Food over flame burns, food over heat cooks

It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.