Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?
I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant