Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our Course Through Life's Uncertain Race.

There Is A Vulgar Incredulity, Which In Historical Matters, As Well As In Those Of Religion, Finds It Easier To Doubt Than To Examine.

For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.