A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

Those Who Will Not Reason, Are Bigots, Those Who Cannot, Are Fools, And Those Who Dare Not, Are Slaves.

The Castled Crag Of Drachenfels, Frowns O'er The Wide And Winding Rhine, Whose Breast Of Waters Broadly Swells Between The Banks Which Bear The Vine, And Hills All Rich With Blossom'd Trees, And Fields Which Promise Corn And Wine, And Scatter'd Cities Crowning These, Whose Far White Walls Along Them Shine.

We Of The Craft Are All Crazy.

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.