Such thoughts should shake my soul，nor now，
Where glory decks the hero‘s bier
Or binds his brow.
The sword，the banner，and the field，
Glory and Grace，around me see！
The Spartan，born upon his shield，
Was not more free.
Awake！（not Greece—she is awake！）
Awake，my spirit！Think through whom
The life-blood tracks its parent lake，
And then strike home！
Tread those reviving passions down；
Unworthy manhood！-unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of beauty be.
If thou regret‘st thy youth，why live；
The land of honorable death
Is here：-up to the field，and give
Away thy breath！
Seek out-less sought than found-
Adier‘s grave for thee the best；
Then look around，and choose thy ground，
And take thy rest.
年歲已經僵化我的舜心，
我再不能柑召他人的同情；
