There Are Only Three Things In The

Stands The Church Clock At Ten To Three? And Is There Honey Still For Tea?

In Your Arms Was Still Delight, Quiet As A Street At Night; And Thoughts Of You, I Do Remember, Were Green Leaves In A Darkened Chamber, Were Dark Clouds In A Moonless Sky.

And I Shall Find Some Girl Perhaps, And A Better One Than You, With Eyes As Wise, But Kindlier, And Lips As Soft, But True, And I Dare Say She Will Do.

I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship And Work And Conversation. These I Shall Have.

There's Little Comfort In The Wise