Lord Alfred Tennyson

Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.

Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.

Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.

Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.

Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
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The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness read more

And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thoughts;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves
In roarings round the coral reef.