Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean Wreathe Your Crisped Smiles.