Lord Alfred Tennyson

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper read more

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.

I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.

I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.

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.

Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.

Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.