And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!
Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it is nt far from London!) And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summers wonder-land; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it is nt far from London!)
Ye that follow the vision Of the worlds weal afar, Have ye met with derision And the red laugh of war? Yet the thunder shall not hurt you Nor the battle storms dismay; Tho the sun in heaven desert you Love will find out the way.