The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow,

And Weep The More, Because I Weep In Vain.

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife.

Can Honor's Voice Provoke The Silent Dust, Or Flattery Soothe The Dull, Cold Ear Of Death?

The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.

Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling Land.