Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of read more

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Glory built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Glory built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

The awful importance of this life is that it determines eternity.

The awful importance of this life is that it determines eternity.

. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.

. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit read more

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.

For glory gives herself only to those who have always dreamed of her.

For glory gives herself only to those who have always dreamed of her.