Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier-white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And big with vengeance beats the barber-black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber-red: Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.

Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier-white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And big with vengeance beats the barber-black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber-red: Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.

For every house is incomplete without him, and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.

Awake before the sun is risen, I call for my pen and papers and desk.

For in my nature I quested for beauty, but God, God hath sent me to sea for pearls.

Glorious the song, when God's the theme.

There is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest, for there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.