Calm of mind, all passion spent.
Death from sin no power can separate.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.
So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.