William Cowper

Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.

Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell read more

But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.

And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.

And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.

We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not read more

We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not to be his slaves.