One that may look into a coming world,
As nature shall dissolve, and feel secure;
With these to aid me in the mortal strife,
May I, the palm of victory o’er the grave,
Make my immortal prize!
Hannah F. Gould.
Waft not to me the blast of fame,
That swells the trump of victory;
For to my ear it gives the name
Of slaughter and of misery.