For This Is The True Strength Of

France, Famed In All Great Arts, In None Supreme.

And Amongst Us One, Who Most Has Suffer'd, Takes Dejectedly His Seat Upon The Intellectual Throne.

Calm's Not Life's Crown, Though Calm Is Well.

Youth Dreams A Bliss On This Side Of Death. It Dreams A Rest, If Not More Deep, More Grateful Than This Marble Sleep; It Hears A Voice Within It Tell: Calm's Not Life's Crown, Though Calm Is Well. 'tis All Perhaps Which Man Acquires, But 'tis Not What Our Youth Desires.

Know, Man Hath All Which Nature Hath, But More, And In That More Lie All His Hopes Of Good.