The Soul Never Grows Old.

Sorrow And Silence Are Strong, And Patient Endurance Is Godlike.

Sang In Tones Of Deep Emotion Songs Of Love And Songs Of Longing.

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The Twilight Darkens, The Curlew Calls; The Little Waves, With Their Soft, White Hands, Efface The Footprints In The Sands, And The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls.

A Thought Often Makes Us Hotter Than A Fire.

Thus At The Flaming Forge Of Life Our Fortunes Must Be Wrought; Thus On Its Sounding Anvil Shaped Each Burning Deed And Thought!