A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winters day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. Dyer.Grongar Hill, Line 89.
The hearts within thy valleys bred, The fiery souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime, Now crawl from cradle to the grave, Slavesnay the bondmen of a slave, And callous, save to crime. Byron.The Giaour.