What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.
Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
To live in the hearts of others is not to die
Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.