Art Is A Man's Nature; Nature Is

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.

England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart Of The World, I Leap To Thee!