In your patience ye are strong.

Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life.

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.