Lord Alfred Tennyson

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
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The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices.

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
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Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

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.