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THE BUGLE SONG
The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story;
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Oh, hark! oh, hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing !
O love! they die in yon rich sky;
They faint on hill or field or river;
And grow forever and forever.
On Linden, when the sun was low,
But Linden saw another sight,
By torch and trumpet fast array'd,
Then shook the hills with thunder riven;
But redder yet that light shall glow
'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun
The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Few, few shall part, where many meet!
The cautious through fear guard against existing evils and dangers; the wary are suspicious and guard against deception and the artifices of designing men; the circumspect carefully weigh and deliberate in matters of immediate concern.
“ Kindness is the substance of politeness. There is neither obsequiousness nor arrogance in the nature of a true gentleman. A graceful behavior with both inferiors and superiors is always safe. Let not graceful self-possession descend into flippancy or impertinence. Gentleness is the force by which the tiny daffodil in spring raises and pierces the cloud." Smiles.
“ The great man usually makes the opportunities that he appears to find.”
To abate is to diminish in force or to destroy; to subside is to relapse into a quiet state.