I Hold That A Man Should Strive

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

Grow Old With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be.

Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye In Good Friendship, And Great Hearts Expand And Grow One In The Sense Of This World's Life.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.