When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One

Men Met Each Other With Erected Look, The Steps Were Higher That They Took; Friends To Congratulate Their Friends Made Haste, And Long Inveterate Foes Saluted As They Pass'd.

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

He Has Not Learned The First Lesson Of Life Who Does Not Every Day Surmount A Fear.

What I Have Left Is From My Native Spring; I've Still A Heart That Swells, In Scorn Of Fate, And Lifts Me To My Banks.