Fame Is The Spur That

At His Birth A Star, Unseen Before In Heaven, Proclaims Him Come.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears.

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

O Dark, Dark, Dark, Amid The Blaze Of Noon, Irrecoverably Dark, Total Eclipse Without All Hope Of Day!