Whose life in low estate began,

And on a simple village green:

Who breaks his birth’s invidious bar,

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,

And breasts the blows of circumstance,

And grapples with his evil star:

Who makes by force his merit known,

And lives to clutch the golden keys

To mold a mighty State’s decrees,

And shape the whisper of the throne: