Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!

And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest.

The Boast Of Heraldry, The Pomp Of Pow'r, And All That Beauty, All That Wealth E'er Gave, Awaits Alike Th' Inevitable Hour. The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

And Weep The More, Because I Weep In Vain.

How Low, How Little Are The Proud, How Indigent The Great!