That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.
All is possible for those who dare to die!
Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
Steady of heart and stout of hand.
In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name