The Paths Of Glory Lead But To

Her Track, Where'er The Goddess Roves, Glory Pursue, And Gen'rous Shame, Th' Unconquerable Mind, And Freedom's Holy Flame.

Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

They Hear A Voice In Every Wind, And Snatch A Fearful Joy.

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.

Hands That The Rod Of Empire Might Have Sway'd, Or Waked To Ecstasy The Living Lyre.