Lord Alfred Tennyson

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

The sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.

The sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.

Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more

Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.

I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills read more

I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.