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.

So may glory from defect arise.

So may glory from defect arise.

Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.

Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.

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.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

The fire of glory is the torch of the mind.

The fire of glory is the torch of the mind.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall.

The first in glory, as the first in place.

The first in glory, as the first in place.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.