Sure Of Their Qualities And

Whatever Is, Is Right.

Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise. Act Well Your Part: There All The Honor Lies.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

See The Wild Waste Of All-devouring Years! How Rome Her Own Sad Sepulchre Appears, With Nodding Arches, Broken Temples Spread! The Very Tombs Now Vanish'd Like Their Dead!

Never Elated While One Man's Oppress'd; Never Dejected While Another's Blessed.