The Timely Dew Of Sleep Now Falling

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?

They Eat, They Drink, And In Communion Sweet Quaff Immortality And Joy.

Methinks I See In My Mind A Noble And Puissant Nation Rousing Herself Like A Strong Man After Sleep, And Shaking Her Invincible Locks; Methinks I See Her As An Eagle Mewing Her Mighty Youth, And Kindling Her Undazzled Eyes At The Full Midday Beam.

And To Thy Husband's Will Thine Shall Submit; He Over Thee Shall Rule.

Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.