Oh, To Be In England Now That

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.