[00:07.30] | Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
[00:07.31] | |
[00:07.33] | Oh yet we trust that somehow good |
[00:13.29] | Will be the final goal of ill, |
[00:19.57] | at last, far off, at last, to all, |
[00:26.39] | and every winter turn to spring. |
[00:33.87] | That nothing walks with aimless feet; |
[00:41.55] | that not one life shall be destroy, |
[00:48.69] | or cast as rubbish to the void. |
[00:54.78] | when god hath made the world complete |
[01:06.85] | oh |
[01:30.24] | That not a worm is cloven in vain; |
[01:36.47] | That not a moth with vain desire |
[01:43.13] | Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, |
[01:49.73] | Or but subserves another's gain. |
[01:54.03] | |
[02:25.82] | ?????? |
[02:53.67] | Behold, we know not anything; |
[03:00.53] | I can but trust that good shall fall |
[03:06.39] | At last—far off—at last, to all, |
[03:13.10] | And every winter change to spring. |
[03:18.31] | |
[03:22.14] | So runs my dream: but what am I? |
[03:28.22] | An infant crying in the night: |
[03:35.09] | An infant crying for the light: |
[03:41.58] | And with no language but a cry. |
[03:48.36] | |
[03:50.81] | oh |
[00:07.30] | Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
[00:07.31] | |
[00:07.33] | Oh yet we trust that somehow good |
[00:13.29] | Will be the final goal of ill, |
[00:19.57] | at last, far off, at last, to all, |
[00:26.39] | and every winter turn to spring. |
[00:33.87] | That nothing walks with aimless feet |
[00:41.55] | that not one life shall be destroy, |
[00:48.69] | or cast as rubbish to the void. |
[00:54.78] | when god hath made the world complete |
[01:06.85] | oh |
[01:30.24] | That not a worm is cloven in vain |
[01:36.47] | That not a moth with vain desire |
[01:43.13] | Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, |
[01:49.73] | Or but subserves another' s gain. |
[01:54.03] | |
[02:25.82] | ?????? |
[02:53.67] | Behold, we know not anything |
[03:00.53] | I can but trust that good shall fall |
[03:06.39] | At last far off at last, to all, |
[03:13.10] | And every winter change to spring. |
[03:18.31] | |
[03:22.14] | So runs my dream: but what am I? |
[03:28.22] | An infant crying in the night: |
[03:35.09] | An infant crying for the light: |
[03:41.58] | And with no language but a cry. |
[03:48.36] | |
[03:50.81] | oh |
[00:07.30] | Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
[00:07.31] | |
[00:07.33] | Oh yet we trust that somehow good |
[00:13.29] | Will be the final goal of ill, |
[00:19.57] | at last, far off, at last, to all, |
[00:26.39] | and every winter turn to spring. |
[00:33.87] | That nothing walks with aimless feet |
[00:41.55] | that not one life shall be destroy, |
[00:48.69] | or cast as rubbish to the void. |
[00:54.78] | when god hath made the world complete |
[01:06.85] | oh |
[01:30.24] | That not a worm is cloven in vain |
[01:36.47] | That not a moth with vain desire |
[01:43.13] | Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, |
[01:49.73] | Or but subserves another' s gain. |
[01:54.03] | |
[02:25.82] | ?????? |
[02:53.67] | Behold, we know not anything |
[03:00.53] | I can but trust that good shall fall |
[03:06.39] | At last far off at last, to all, |
[03:13.10] | And every winter change to spring. |
[03:18.31] | |
[03:22.14] | So runs my dream: but what am I? |
[03:28.22] | An infant crying in the night: |
[03:35.09] | An infant crying for the light: |
[03:41.58] | And with no language but a cry. |
[03:48.36] | |
[03:50.81] | oh |