Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.

This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.

Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
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Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?