The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

Great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. When sorrow is deepest all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.

The danger inherent in all force grows stronger when it is likely to gain success, for then it becomes temptation.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.