Never may I commence my song, my due / To God who best taught song by gift of thee, / Except with bent head and beseeching hand - / That still, despite the distance and the dark, / What was, again may be.
I was ever a fighter, so - one fight more, / The best and the last!
The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made
If you get simple beauty and nought else, You get about the best thing God invents
All service ranks the same with God: With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first