'For washed in life's river, My bright mane forever Shall shine like the gold As Iguard o'er the fold.'

And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold, And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold, Saying: 'Wrath by his meekness, And by…

When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.

The moon like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.

There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light, And every kind of love makes a glory in the night. There is love that stirs the heart, and love that give…

'Time lost is time when we have not lived a full human life, time unenriched by experience, creative endeavor, enjoyment, and suffering.'

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be.