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.

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.

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

And feet like sunny gems on an English green.

And feet like sunny gems on an English green.

How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!

How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!