Till they sound almost too splendid to be absolutely true.
Here and there, indeed, a sceptic
Mutters language rather rude;
Here and there a wan dyspeptic,
Yielding to a peevish mood,
Wonders why a winning nation finds itself so short of food.
When carillons rock the steeple
And the bunting's ordered out,
I have noticed several people
Ask themselves in honest doubt