Come He Slow Or Come He Fast

He Turn'd His Charger As He Spake, Upon The River Shore, He Gave His Bridle Reins A Shake, Said, "adieu For Evermore, My Love, And Adieu For Evermore."

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.

In That Pleasant District Of Merry England Which Is Watered By The River Don, There Extended In Ancient Times A Large Forest, Covering The Greater Part Of The Beautiful Hills And Valleys Which Lie Between Sheffield And The Pleasant Town Of Doncaster.

A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

But Search The Land Of Living Men, Where Wilt Thou Find Their Like Again?