Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.

Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.

Follow thou thy choice.

The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!

War, like all other situations of danger and of change, calls forth the exertion of admirable intellectual qualities and great virtues, and it is only by dwelling on these, and keeping out of sight the sufferings and sorrows, and all the crimes and evils that follow in its train, that it has its glory in the eyes of men.