I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
What a thing friendship is - World without end.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.