On His Seventy-fifth Birthday by Walter Savage Landor Lyrics
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art:
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art:
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart