No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.

Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!