I Go At What I Have To

Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass The Lamp From Hand To Hand.

And Now I'm Old And Going--i'm Sure I Can't Tell Where; One Comfort Is, This World's So Hard, I Can't Be Worse Off There

The Invitation, To Tom Highes What We Can We Will Be, Honest Englishmen. Do The Work That's Nearest, Though It's Dull At Whiles, Helping, When We Meet Them, Lame Dogs Over Stiles.

Be Good, Sweet Maid, And Let Who Will Be Clever.

The Most Wonderful And The Strongest Things In The World, You Know, Are Just The Things Which No One Can See.