Matthew Arnold (1822–88)

B

Before man parted for this earthly strand

C

Come, dear children, let us away

Creep into thy narrow bed

O

One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee

S

Say, what blinds us, that we claim the glory

So far as I conceive the world’s rebuke

Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat

W

Weary of myself, and sick of asking

Y

Yes! in the sea of life enisled

Yes, write it in the rock, Saint Bernard said