Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of read more

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

Glory built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Glory built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

Glory is never where virtue is not.
[Fr., La gloire n'est jamais ou la vertu n'est pas.]

Glory is never where virtue is not.
[Fr., La gloire n'est jamais ou la vertu n'est pas.]

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
[Lat., Cineri gloria sera est.]

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
[Lat., Cineri gloria sera est.]

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.

No flowery road leads to glory.
[Fr., Aucun chemin de fleurs ne conduit a la gloire.]

No flowery road leads to glory.
[Fr., Aucun chemin de fleurs ne conduit a la gloire.]

Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.

Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.