Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, read more
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
O well for him whose will is strong,
He suffers, but he will not suffer long.
O well for him whose will is strong,
He suffers, but he will not suffer long.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.
Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.
