Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

What I Aspired To Be And Was Not, Comforts Me.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.

One Who Never Turned His Back But Marched Breast Forward, Never Doubted Clouds Would Break, Never Dreamed, Though Right Were Worsted, Wrong Would Triumph, Held We Fall To Rise, Are Baffled To Fight Better, Sleep To Wake.

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See.