Popularity It's glory's small change.
Popularity It's glory's small change.
But when the sun in all his state Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through Glory's morning-gate, And walked in Paradise.
War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake; - Wait a little longer.
Clime of the unforgotten brave Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
This is the artist, then, life's hungry man, the glutton of eternity, beauty's miser, glory's slave.
How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage.
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