What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery,

'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die; It Hath No Flatterers; Vanity Can Give, No Hollow Aid; Alone - Man With God Must Strive.

History, With All Her Volumes Vast, Hath But One Page.

I Depart, Whither I Know Not; But The Hour's Gone By When Albion's Lessening Shores Could Grieve Or Glad Mine Eye.

What Want These Outlaws Conquerors Should Have But History's Purchased Page To Call Them Great?

But There Are Wanderers O'er Eternity Whose Bark Drives On And On, And Anchor'd Ne'er Shall Be.