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XI. LOVE AND GLORY.
The trumpet calls to war's alarms!
Such sounds the dauntless bosom fires,
The youth who loves must gain by arms
The bliss his ardent soul desires.
When ruddy conquest proudly shines,
Happy the day to him shall prove:
The laurel Love for Glory twines,
And Glory gives its charm to Love.
Such sounds the dauntless bosom fires,
The youth who loves must gain by arms
The bliss his ardent soul desires.
When ruddy conquest proudly shines,
Happy the day to him shall prove:
The laurel Love for Glory twines,
And Glory gives its charm to Love.
Oft the fond youth to Love a slave
In vain a passion would inspire;
But they who never shun the brave
Soon learn to love whom they admire.
A hero reaps in honour's fields
A charm the fair one's heart to move;
And beauty oft to Glory yields
The triumph it denies to Love.
In vain a passion would inspire;
But they who never shun the brave
Soon learn to love whom they admire.
A hero reaps in honour's fields
A charm the fair one's heart to move;
And beauty oft to Glory yields
The triumph it denies to Love.
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Come Love! come Glory! time conspires;
Together weave our fate on high:
Hearts teeming with your sacred fires
Oh! give to triumph or to die.
Oh! let us death with honour find,
Or, living, smiles from beauty prove!
Thy myrtle, Love, round Glory bind,
And, Glory, live thy palm to Love.
Together weave our fate on high:
Hearts teeming with your sacred fires
Oh! give to triumph or to die.
Oh! let us death with honour find,
Or, living, smiles from beauty prove!
Thy myrtle, Love, round Glory bind,
And, Glory, live thy palm to Love.
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