Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely,

A Face Peered. All The Grey Night In Chaos Of Vacancy Shone; Nought But Vast Sorrow Was There The Sweet Cheat Gone.

Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely, Every Hour

Three Jolly Huntsmen, In Coats Of Red, Rode Their Horses Up To Bed.

His Are The Quiet Steeps Of Dreamland, The Waters Of No-more-pain; His Ram's Bell Rings 'neath An Arch Of Stars, "rest, Rest, And Rest Again.

Do Diddle Di Do, Poor Jim Jay Got Stuck Fast In Yesterday.