Toil For The Brave! The Brave That

What Peaceful Hours I Once Enjoy'd! How Sweet Their Memory Still! But They Have Left An Aching Void The World Can Never Fill.

A Life Of Ease Is A Difficult Pursuit.

Happy The Man Who Sees A God Employed In All The Good And Ills That Checker Life.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile

Go, Mark The Matchless Working Of The Power That Shuts Within The Seed The Future Flower; Bids These In Elegance Of Form Excel. In Color These, And Those Delight The Smell; Sends Nature Forth, The Daughter Of The Skies, To Dance On Earth, And Charm All Human Eyes.