Men Must Reap The Things They Sow,

Thou Art Justice Ne'er For Gold May Thy Righteous Laws Be Sold As Laws Are In England Thou Shield'st Alike The High And Low.

Through The Sunset Of Hope, Like The Shapes Of A Dream, What Paradise Islands Of Glory Gleam!

To Be Omnipotent But Friendless Is To Reign.

Less Oft Peace In Shelley's Mind, Than Calm In Waters Seen.

I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy.