Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
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.
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the read more
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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.
We keep the day. With festal cheer,
With books and music, surely we
Will drink to him, read more
We keep the day. With festal cheer,
With books and music, surely we
Will drink to him, whate'er he be,
And sing the songs he loved to hear.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
