Thou Art Justice Ne'er For Gold May

Whence Are We, And Why Are We? Of What Scene The Actors Or Spectators?

Rise Like Lions After Slumber In Unvanquishable Number- Shake Your Chains To Earth Like Dew Which In Sleep Had Fallen On You Ye Are Many-they Are Few.

I Wish No Living Thing To Suffer Pain.

The Moon Of Mahomet Arose, And It Shall Set; While, Blazoned As On Heaven's Immortal Noon, The Cross Leads Generations On.

Men Of England, Wherefore Plough For The Lords Who Lay You Low?