The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.