We Strain Hardest For Things Which Are

The World Is Growing Old;who Would Not Be At Rest And Freewhere Love Is Never Cold?

Labour Itself Is But A Sorrowful Song,the Protest Of The Weak Against The Strong.

Small Things Are Best: Grief And Unrest To Rank And Wealth Are Given; But Little Things On Little Wings Bear Little Souls To Heaven.

For Right Is Right, Since God Is God And Right The Day Must Win. To Doubt Would Be Disloyalty, To Falter Would Be Sin.

If Our Love Were But More Simple, We Should Take Him At His Word; And Our Lives Would Be All Sunshine In The Sweetness Of The Lord.