For me Fate gave, whateer she else denied, A nature sloping to the southern side; I thank her for it, though when clouds arise Such natures double-darken gloomy skies.
In lifes small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained: knowst thou when Fate Thy measure takes, or when shell say to thee, I find thee worthy; do this deed for me?
God, give us Peace! not such as lulls to sleep, But sword on thigh and brow with purpose knit! And let our Ship of State to harbor sweep, Her ports all up, her battle lanterns lit, And her leashed thunders gathering for their leap.