Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")

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

Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

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.