“I shall meet you in the morning, When at last shall rise the sun; And the waiting and the longing, And the wearying are done. Though the way be through the shadow, And the eventide be long, I shall meet you in the morning In the land of light and song.”
“And much I marvel now how men Can waste their fleeting days in greed; That one man should desire more gold Than twenty men should truly need; For is not this green tent more sweet Than any chamber of the great?”