The Paths of Glory lead but to the Grave.
10Forgive, ye Proud, th’ involuntary Fault
If Memory to these no Trophies raise,
Where thro’ the long-drawn Isle and fretted Vault
The pealing Anthem swells the Note of Praise.
11Can storied Urn or animated Bust
Back to its Mansion call the fleeting Breath?
Can Honour’s Voice provoke the silent Dust,
Or Flatt’ry sooth the dull cold Ear of Death?
12Perhaps in this neglected Spot is laid