Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

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.

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.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.

Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
[Lat., Gloria virtutem tanquam umbra sequitur.]

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
[Lat., Gloria virtutem tanquam umbra sequitur.]

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late