As If The World And They Were

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

And In That Hour, The Seeds Of Cruelty, That Since Have Swell'd To Such Gigantic And Enormous Growth, Were Sown In Human Nature's Fruitful Soil. Hence Date The Persecution And The Pain That Man Inflicts On All Inferior Kinds, Regardless Of Their Plaints.

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.

Toil For The Brave! The Brave That Are No More.

What Is It But A Map Of Busy Life, Its Fluctuations, And Its Vast Concerns?