It Is More Difficult To Look Upon

Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

Just At The Age 'twixt Boy And Youth, When Thought Is Speech, And Speech Is Truth.

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

The Rose Is Fairest When 't Is Budding New, And Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears. The Rose Is Sweetest Wash'd With Morning Dew, And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.