...a little dust of praise. Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. So here;shall silence guard thy fame; But somewhere, out of human viewr, Whate'er thy hands are set...

...loves, but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows. While we breathe beneath the sun, The world, which credits what is done, Is cold to all that might have been. You all did see that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse....

...little dnst of praise. Thy leaf has perish 'd in the green, And, while we hreathe heneath the ran. The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have heen. » So here shall silence gnard thy fame : Bnt somewhere, ont of hnman view, W'iiate'er thy hands...

...loves, but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows? 19. While we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. 20. You all did see that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice...

...little dust of praise. Thy leaf has perish "d in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. So here shall silence guard thy fame ; But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands arc set...

...a little dust of praise. Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. So here shall silence guard thy fame But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands are set to...

...Oriental Church has never departed. Her failure in western Europe was a noble one. " The world that credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been." But God, who is more than the world, with eternal memory, has (in the Japanese poet's word) " forgotten...

...a little dust of praise. Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. So here shall silence guard thy fame ; But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands are set...

...sweep the moonlight into shining curves. KLS T So it is with us all. We leave our work half done, and " The world, which credits what is done, Is cold to all that might have been." Ah ! not so, God. Your Newtons, perhaps in wide-eyed wonder, are gazing at the completed range of laws,...

...a little dust of praise. Thy leaf has perished in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world, which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. Bo here shall silence guard thy fame ; But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands are set...