For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.
Our purpose is to grow up and become love
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.