Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.

Not Truth, but Faith, it is That keeps the world alive.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

Let us forget such words, and all they mean, as Hatred, Bitterness and Rancor, Greed, Intolerance, Bigotry; let us renew our faith and pledge to Man, his right to be Himself, and free.

With him for a sire and her for a dam, What should I be but just what I am?

But we, we have no sense of direction; impetus Is all we have; we do not proceed, we only Roll down the mountain, Like disbalanced boulders, crushing before us many Delicate springing things, whose plan it was to grow.

Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

The most I ever did for you was to outlive you. But that is much.

He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.