Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.