Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

The Heart Ran O'er With Silent Worship Of The Great Of Old!-- The Dead, But Sceptred Sovereigns, Who Still Rule Our Spirits From Their Urns.

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

Earth! Render Back From Out Thy Breast A Remnant Of Our Spartan Dead! Of The Three Hundred Grant But Three, To Make A New Thermopylæ!

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.