All June I Bound The Rose In

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce: It's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad.

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.