Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray

Have Not All Past Human Beings Parted, And Must Not All The Present, One Day Part?

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

Think'st Thou There Is No Tyranny But That Of Blood And Chains? The Despotism Of Vice-- The Weakness And The Wickedness Of Luxury-- The Negligence--the Apathy--the Evils Of Sensual Sloth--produces Ten Thousand Tyrants, Whose Delegated Cruelty Surpasses The Worst Acts Of One Energetic Master, However Harsh And Hard In His Own Bearing.

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.