And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.

Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.

Love is a flame to set the will on fire

Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.