Lord Alfred Tennyson

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper read more

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.

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.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.

Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!

Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the read more

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.