Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
There's no glory like those who save their country.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.