Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip.

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!

I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight.

I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid her head.