No King Nor Nation One

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.

Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them As They Fly.

Heroic Poetry Has Ever Been Esteemed The Greatest Work Of Human Nature.