Thomas Campbell

Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.

Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds read more

When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
Ye are brothers! ye are read more

Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save;
So peace instead of death let us bring;
But yield, proud foe, let us bring;
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our King.

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.