Lord Alfred Tennyson

I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men read more

I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.

Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.

Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.

I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]

I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the read more

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
An read more

To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
An the last load hoam.