And In That Heaven Of All Their

The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom Passion Rules.

I Shall Desire And I Shall Find The Best Of My Desires; The Autumn Road, The Mellow Wind That Soothes The Darkening Shires. And Laughter, And Inn-fires.

In Your Arms Was Still Delight, Quiet As A Street At Night; And Thoughts Of You, I Do Remember, Were Green Leaves In A Darkened Chamber, Were Dark Clouds In A Moonless Sky.

I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship And Work And Conversation. These I Shall Have.

Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To Greet Death As A Friend!