A Field Of Glory Is A Field

The Ruling Passion, Be It What It Will. The Ruling Passion Conquers Reason Still.

Education Forms The Common Mind.

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

Remembrance And Reflection How Allied. What Thin Partitions Divides Sense From Thought.

Pleased To The Last, He Crops The Flowery Food, And Licks The Hand Just Raised To Shed His Blood.