Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.
War is sweet to those who never tried it.
War is sweet to them that know it not.
He is gifted with genius who knoweth much by natural inspiration.
Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
Even now I am full of hope, but the end lies in God.