Tomorrow Let Us Do Or Die!

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.

But Sad As Angels For The Good Man's Sin, Weep To Record, And Blush To Give It In.

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.

Who Hath Not Own'd, With Rapture-smitten Frame, The Power Of Grace, The Magic Of A Name.