And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

And may you happy live, And long us bless.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.