Lord Alfred Tennyson

The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.

The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.

If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams read more

If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams of. - The Passing of Arthur.

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
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An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.

And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.

And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.

The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
And stared with his foot on the prey.

The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
And stared with his foot on the prey.