All Special Charters Of Freedom Must Be

Human Misery Is Too Great For Men To Die Without Faith.

Our Sweetest Hopes Rise Blooming. And Then Again Are Gone, They Bloom And Fade Alternate, And So It Goes Rolling On. I Know It, And It Troubles My Life, My Love, My Rest, My Heart Is Wise And Witty, And It Bleeds Within My Breast.

As The Stars Are The Glory Of The Sky, So Great Men Are The Glory Of Their Country, Yea, Of The Whole Earth. The Hearts Of Great Men Are The Stars Of Earth; And Doubtless When One Looks Down From Above Upon Our Planet, These Hearts Are Seen To Send Forth, A Silvery Light Just Like The Stars Of Heaven.

Sleep Is Lovely, Death Is Better Still, Not To Have Been Born Is Of Course The Miracle.

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.