The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit read more

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.

Most dreams of glory are safe because we never venture to put them into practice.

Most dreams of glory are safe because we never venture to put them into practice.

Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain.
[Lat., Nisi utile est quod facimus, stulta est gloria.]

Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain.
[Lat., Nisi utile est quod facimus, stulta est gloria.]

The glory of Him who
Hung His masonry pendant on naught, when the world He created.

The glory of Him who
Hung His masonry pendant on naught, when the world He created.