"For Glory's wreath of fairest flowers
With rose and laurel intertwined;
For Love and War, immortal powers,
I live—and cast the rest behind.
The Power that Jason led of yore
I chase and trust the prize to gain."
"Brigadier," laughing cried Pandore,
"Brigadier, right you are again!"
"It brings bright days of youth before me;
That Past now gone beyond recall,
When Beauty flung her fetters o'er me,
I came submissive to her call.
And yet—the heart breaks o'er and o'er
The strongest links of Cupid's chain."
"Brigadier," laughing cried Pandore,
"Brigadier, right you are again."
As Phœbus hid his glories under
The golden clouds that veil the West,
Our hero with his voice of thunder
