Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
All is possible for those who dare to die!
Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.
Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.