To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

Ye Mariners Of England! That Guard Our Native Seas; Whose Flag Has Braved A Thousand Years, The Battle And The Breeze!

Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.