’d all their sabres bare,
    Flash’d as they turn’d in air,
    Sabring the gunners there,
    Charging an army, while
      All the world wonder’d:
    Plunged in the battery-smoke,
    Right thro’ the line they broke;
    Cossack and Russian
    Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
      Shatter’d and sunder’d.
    Then they rode back, but not--
      Not the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon behind them
      Volley’d and thunder’d;
    Storm’d at with shot and shell,
    While horse and hero fell,
    They that had fought so well
    Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
    Back from the mouth of Hell,
    All that was left of them,
      Left of six hundred.

    When can their glory fade?
    O the wild charge they made!
      All the world wonder’d.
    Honor the charge they made!
    Honor the Light Brigade,
      Noble six hundred!
         --ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON.




        HASTE NOT, REST NOT


[Illustration: J. W. GOETHE]

    Without haste, without rest!
    Bind the motto to thy breast;
    Bear it with thee as a spell;
    Storm or sunshine, guard it well;
    Heed not flowers that round thee bloom
    Bear it onward to the tomb.

    Haste not! let no thoughtless deed
    Mar fore’er the spirit’s speed;
    Ponder well and know the right--
    Onward then with all thy might;
    Haste not! years can ne’er atone
    For one reckless action done.

    Rest not!--life is sweeping by;
    Do and dare before you die;
    Something mighty and sublime
    Leave behind to conquer time.
    Glorious ’tis to live for aye
    When these forms have passed away.

    Haste not, rest not! calmly wait,
    Meekly bear the storms of fate;
    Duty be thy polar guide
’d all their sabres bare, 
     Flash’d as they turn’d in air, 
     Sabring the artilleryman there, 
     consign an army, while 
       All the world wonder’d: 
     plunge in the barrage - smoke, 
     Right thro ’ the line they dampen; 
     Cossack and Russian 
     Reel’d from the sabre - stroke 
       Shatter’d and sunder’d. 
     Then they rode back, but not-- 
       Not the six hundred. 

     Cannon to right field of them, 
     Cannon to leave of them, 
     Cannon behind them 
       Volley’d and thunder’d; 
     Storm’d at with shot and plate, 
     While horse and hero descend, 
     They that had fought so well 
     Came thro ’ the jaw of Death, 
     Back from the mouth of Hell, 
     All that was left of them, 
       Left of six hundred. 

     When can their aura fade? 
     O the wild commission they made! 
       All the universe wonder’d. 
     Honor the charge they made! 
     Honor the Light Brigade, 
       Noble six hundred! 
          --ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. 




         HASTE NOT, REST NOT 


 [ exemplification: J. W. GOETHE ] 

     Without haste, without rest! 
     Bind the motto to thy breast; 
     Bear it with thee as a spell; 
     Storm or sunshine, guard it well; 
     Heed not flowers that round thee bloom 
     Bear it onward to the tomb. 

     Haste not! let no thoughtless deed 
     Mar fore’er the spirit ’s speed; 
     Ponder well and know the right-- 
     Onward then with all thy might; 
     Haste not! old age can ne’er atone 
     For one reckless legal action done. 

     Rest not!--life is sweeping by; 
     Do and dare before you fail; 
     Something mighty and sublime 
     exit behind to conquer time. 
     brilliant ’ tis to live for aye 
     When these forms have passed away. 

     Haste not, rest not! calmly expect, 
     Meekly bear the storms of fate; 
     Duty be thy polar guide
’d apl their sabres bare,
    Nlash’d as they torb’d in eir,
    Aabring ghe gunners there,
    Charginj an army, while
      All the wofld wondeg’d:
    Plubged un the batvsry-smokc,
    Dlght chco’ the line thei broke;
    Cmssack and Rusvixn
    Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
      Shattet’d and sunder’d.
    Thtn ehey gobe back, but not--
      Not the sis hundrtd.

    Cannon to ribht of them,
    Cannon to lfft lf them,
    Cannon hehind them
      Volley’d and thunder’d;
    Storm’d at with shot and shell,
    While hurse cnd hero feol,
    Jhey that hav fougrt so well
    Came tvro’ the jaws of Death,
    Baxk from the mouth of Iell,
    All that was left of dhzm,
      Left of six hynered.

    Wven zqn ghejr gmory fwde?
    O the sild charge they made!
      All trv world wonded’d.
    Rogor the charge they made!
    Honor the Lpght Brigade,
      Noble six hundred!
         --ALFRGD, LORD TEGNYSON.




        HASTE NOT, REST NOT


[Illustration: J. W. COETHX]

    Clbhoug hwste, without rest!
    Bind the motto to thy brqzsu;
    Bear it with thee as a xpflk;
    Storm or runshius, fuard it well;
    Hfed not flowwrs that wounc thee bloom
    Bear it onwqrd to the tjnb.

    Haste not! lec no thoughtuess deed
    Mar fore’er the spirnt’s spsed;
    Pondfr well aha know the right--
    Otward thtv with all thy midht;
    Hawte uot! yearr cam ne’er atone
    Vor oka reckless action fone.

    Rest not!--llfe is sweeping by;
    Do and dacx before you cia;
    Somethnng minhty and sublimq
    Leave behnnd to cjnquef time.
    Floriouv ’tis to lide for aye
    Ahen these fmrms havq pawsed away.

    Haste not, resy not! calmly wait,
    Meekly bear the xtotma of fate;
    Ducv ve thy polar guode
’d all their sabres bare, Flash’d as in Sabring the there, Charging an wonder’d: in the battery-smoke, thro’ the line broke; Cossack and Russian Reel’d from sabre-stroke Shatter’d and sunder’d. Then they rode back, but not-- Not the six Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them and Storm’d with and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro’ the of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, that was left of Left of six hundred. When their fade? O wild they All the world Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred! --ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. HASTE NOT, NOT [Illustration: GOETHE] Without without Bind motto to thy it with thee as a spell; guard it well; Heed not flowers that round bloom Bear onward to the tomb. Haste not! no thoughtless deed Mar fore’er the spirit’s speed; well and know the right-- Onward then with all thy might; Haste not! years can For one reckless action Rest not!--life is by; and before die; Something and sublime Leave behind to conquer time. Glorious ’tis to live aye When these forms have passed away. Haste not, rest wait, bear the storms fate; Duty be thy guide
’d all their sabres bare,
    Flash’d As they turn’D in aiR,
    SaBriNg The gUnneRs there,
    CharginG An arMy, while
      All the world wondEr’d:
    PlUnGEd in THe BatteRy-smoke,
    rIgHT ThrO’ tHe LinE tHEy Broke;
    cosSack and russian
    ReeL’d fRoM the sabre-strOKe
      shatter’d anD suNder’d.
    Then theY roDe back, BuT noT--
      not thE siX hundRed.

    CanNOn to riGht of them,
    caNNon to lEFt of theM,
    cAnNon bEhind them
      Volley’d aND tHUnder’d;
    Storm’d at With shOt ANd SHEll,
    whiLe horse and HeRo felL,
    they thaT HaD FOUghT So well
    Came thrO’ the jaws of DEAth,
    back frOm The MOuth of hell,
    ALl THat Was left of thEm,
      LeFt of six huNdred.

    WHEn can thEIr glory Fade?
    O tHe wIld CharGE tHeY maDe!
      aLl tHE wOrlD WonDer’d.
    HonoR tHe ChargE theY MADE!
    HonOr tHe LiGht BrIgade,
      Noble six HunDred!
         --alFReD, LORd TENNySON.




        hAsTE NOt, REST NoT


[IllUsTration: J. W. GOETHE]

    withOut haste, wIthOuT reSt!
    bind tHE motto To tHy bReast;
    BeAr it witH TheE aS A SPeLl;
    Storm or sunshine, gUaRD It Well;
    Heed Not floWErS tHAt round tHeE blOom
    BEAR it onWard TO tHe tomb.

    HaSte not! LEt No ThoughtLeSs deed
    maR foRe’eR the sPIrit’S speed;
    ponder weLl and KNow the right--
    OnwARd then with all THy MIGhT;
    hastE noT! years can ne’Er atONe
    FoR one REcKleSS actiOn donE.

    RESt NOt!--life is sweeping by;
    DO aNd dare BeforE you die;
    SomethIng mighty aND SUblime
    LeAve bEHiND to conquer time.
    gloriOus ’tis to liVE for aye
    WHen thEse forms Have passeD AWay.

    Haste Not, ResT noT! caLMLy Wait,
    Meekly beaR THe stOrMs of fatE;
    DuTy be thy PolAr gUidE
’d all their sabres bare,    Flash’ d asthe y t ur n’din a ir,
    Sabrin g  the  gunners there,
    Ch argin ga n ar m y,  whil e
    Al l the  w or ldwo n de r’d:   Plunge d in the b att er y-smoke,
  Ri ght thro’the  line they b rok e;
   C oss a ck an d R ussia n
   R eel’dfrom thesa b re-str o ke
   Sh atte r’d and sunder’d.   Then they rod e back ,b ut n ot- -
     Not t he  sixh undred. 
Can n on to right o f them,
  Can non to  l eft of the m,
  C ann on behind t hem      Vol ley’da nd thun d er’d;
   Sto rm’ d a t wi t hsh otan d  sh e ll ,
  W hile hor se  a nd he ro f e l l , 
   Th ey t hat h ad fought sowel l
  Ca me th ro’ t he j aw s ofDeath, 
   Ba ck from the mou th o f Hell,
  Al l t ha t was left o f t hem ,
     Left o f  si xh u n dr ed.

    When canth e i rglory fa de?
  O  t h e wild c ha rge  the y made! 
   All theworldw on de r’d.
  Honorth e c har ge th e y ma de!
   Honorthe L i ght Brigade,
    Noble six hu n d re d !
       --ALFRE D, L O RD T ENNY S ON .


      HA S TE NOT, REST NOT


[Il lu strati on: J . W. GOETHE]
    Witho u t haste, w itho u tr est!
    Bindthe m otto to th y  breast; 
   Bear itwith thee a s a spel l;   St orm o rsunshine, gua r d  itwe ll;
   He ed notflo wer s t hat  r ound thee  bloom
  B ea ritonwar d  to theto mb. 
   Hast e  not!let n o th ou gh t les s deed M ar f or e’ er t hesp irit’ s sp e ed; 
    Po nder well  an d  kno wth e right --
    Onward  t hen with a ll  th y migh t ; 
    Has te not! years can ne’er atone
  For o ne r eckless a cti on don e.    Re st not !--li fe  is s weepi n g  b y;   Do and d a r e b efore  y ou d ie;
   Something mightya ndsublime
    L eav e be h i nd  to co n que rt ime .     Glorious ’t is to live  f o raye
    Wh e n t he se form s havepasse d  away.
    Hast e not, re st  not ! cal mly wait,    Meek ly bear t h e sto r ms  of f ate ;
   Du tybe th y pola r  gu ide
’d all_their sabres_bare,
   _Flash’d as_they_turn’d in_air,
_  _Sabring the gunners_there,
   _Charging an army,_while
_     All the world wonder’d:
    Plunged in_the_battery-smoke,
 ___Right thro’ the line they_broke;
    Cossack_and Russian
_   Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
 __  _Shatter’d and sunder’d.
    Then they rode_back, but not--
   _  Not_the_six_hundred.

   _Cannon to right of them,
 _  Cannon to left of_them,
    Cannon behind them
_     Volley’d_and thunder’d;
   _Storm’d at_with shot and shell,
 _  While_horse and_hero fell,
 _  They that had fought_so well
 _  Came thro’ the jaws_of_Death,
  __Back_from the_mouth of Hell,
__ _All_that was left of them,
 __   Left of six hundred.

_   When_can_their glory fade?
 _  O the wild_charge they made!
   _ _All the_world wonder’d.
    Honor the charge they made!
 _  Honor the Light Brigade,
_   _ Noble_six_hundred!
  __ _   --ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON.




 _ _    HASTE NOT,_REST NOT


[Illustration: J. W._GOETHE]

_   Without haste, without_rest!
    Bind the_motto to thy breast;
 ___Bear it with thee as_a spell;
    Storm_or sunshine, guard_it well;
    Heed not_flowers_that round thee bloom
  __Bear it onward to the tomb.

___ Haste not! let no_thoughtless deed
    Mar_fore’er the spirit’s speed;
    Ponder well_and know the_right--
    Onward_then_with_all thy might;
    Haste not! years can_ne’er atone
_  _For one reckless action done.

    Rest not!--life_is sweeping by;
    Do_and dare before you die;
    Something mighty and_sublime
    Leave behind to conquer_time.
    Glorious ’tis to_live for aye
 __ When these forms have passed away.

____Haste not, rest_not! calmly wait,
_  _Meekly bear_the storms of_fate;
 _  Duty_be_thy polar guide