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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, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
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.