Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature

A Great Part Of Human Suffering Has Its Root In The Nature Of Man, And Not In That Of His Institutions.

One Thorn Of Experience Is Worth A Whole Wilderness Of Warning.

The New World's Sons From England's Breast We Drew Such Milk As Bids Remember Whence We Came, Proud Of Her Past Wherefrom Our Future Grew, This Window We Inscribe With Raleigh's Fame.

What Visionary Tints The Year Puts On, When Falling Leaves Falter Through Motionless Air Or Numbly Cling And Shiver To Be Gone! How Shimmer The Low Flats And Pastures Bare, As With Her Nectar Hebe Autumn Fills The Bowl Between Me And Those Distant Hills, And Smiles And Shakes Abroad Her Misty, Tremulous Hair!

Tyranny Is Always Weakness