The Paths Of Glory Lead But To

The Still Small Voice Of Gratitude.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

Daughter Of Jove, Relentless Power, Thou Tamer Of The Human Breast, Whose Iron Scourge And Tort'ring Hour The Bad Affright, Afflict The Best!

England, So Long Mistress Of The Sea, Where Winds And Waves Confess Her Sovereignty, Her Ancient Triumphs Yet On High Shall Bear And Reign The Sovereign Of The Conquered Air.

To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is The Race Of Man.