Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.

Despair is infidelity and death.

God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.

For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!