Change Doth Unknit The Tranquil Strength Of

The Sea Is Calm Tonight. The Tide Is Full, The Moon Lies Fair Upon The Straits;- On The French Coast The Light Gleams And Is Gone; The Cliffs Of England Stand, Glimmering And Vast, Out In The Tranquil Bay.

Art Still Has Truth. Take Refuge There.

France, Famed In All Great Arts, In None Supreme.

Calm's Not Life's Crown, Though Calm Is Well.

He Spoke, And Loos'd Our Heart In Tears. He Laid Us As We Lay At Birth On The Cool Flowery Lap Of Earth.