But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.
Love is a flame to set the will on fire
God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
The days that make us happy make us wise
In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.