And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!

And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart Through Years Of Rankling Pain.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

The Moon Is Bleached As White As Wool, And Just Dropping Under; Every Star Is Gone But Three, And They Hang Far Asunder,-- There's A Sea-ghost All In Gray, A Tall Shape Of Wonder!

I Am Glad To Think I Am Not Bound To Make The World Go Right, But Only To Discover And To Do, With Cheerful Heart, The Work That God Appoints.