Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray

Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray Serene, The Dark Unfathomed Caves Of Ocean Bear.

Ah, Happy Hills! Ah, Pleasing Shade! Ah, Fields Beloved In Vain! Where Once My Careless Childhood Stray'd, A Stranger Yet To Pain! I Feel The Gales That From Ye Blow A Momentary Bliss Bestow.

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.

Each In His Narrow Cell Forever Laid, The Rude Forefathers Of The Hamlet Sleep.