What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.