As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our

I Cannot Tell How The Truth May Be; I Say The Tale As It Was Said To Me.

I Have Heard Men Talk About The Blessings Of Freedom," He Said To Himself, "but I Wish Any Wise Man Would Teach Me What Use To Make Of It Now That I Have It.

Breathes There The Man, With Soul So Dead, Who Never To Himself Hath Said, This Is My Own, My Native Land! Whose Heart Hath Ne'er Within Him Burn'd, As Home His Footsteps He Hath Turn'd From Wandering On A Foreign Strand! If Such There Breathe, Go Mark Him Well; For Him No Minstrel Raptures Swell; High Though His Titles, Proud His Name, Boundless His Wealth As Wish Can Claim; Despite Those Titles, Power, And Pelf, The Wretch, Concentred All In Self, Living, Shall Forfeit Fair Renown, And, Doubly Dying, Shall Go Down To The Vile Dust, From Whence He Sprung, Unwept, Unhonor'd, And Unsung.

Methinks I Will Not Die Quite Happy Without Having Seen Something Of That Rome Of Which I Have Read So Much.

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.