And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait Because I have a luncheon date.

Now if the harvest is over, And the world cold, Give me the bonus of laughter, As I lose hold.

I have a Vision of the Future, chum. The workers flats in fields of soya beans tower up like silver pencils, score on score.

I am still reeling with delight at the soaring majesty of Norfolk.

What the Londoner sees in his mind's eye is that cluster of towers and pinnacles seen from Pentonville Hill and outlined against a foggy sunset, and the great arc of Barlow's train shed gaping to devour incoming engines, and the sudden burst of exuberant Gothic of the hotel seen from gloomy Judd Street.

Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.

There are two thing you need for a jolly good hymn.The first is a set of words that expresses the mood or sentiment of the worshipper.The second-and perhaps even more important- is a good tune..with a simple popular melody.