Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness read more
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land;
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and read more
Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
With swarthy webs.
And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.
And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.
And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.