Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.