Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
803
SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

His form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appear'd
Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess
Of glory obscur'd.
804
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 591.

Go where glory waits thee!
But while fame elates thee,
Oh, still remember me!
805
MOORE: _Go Where Glory Waits Thee._

The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
806
WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2.

Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
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JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: _Marseilles Hymn._