Extraordinary Popular Delusions And The Madness Of

An Arrow May Fly Through The Air And Leave No Trace; But An Ill Thought Leaves A Trail Like A Serpent.

Aid The Dawning, Tongue And Pen; Aid It, Hopes Of Honest Men!

There's A Fount About To Stream, There's A Light About To Beam, There's A Warmth About To Glow, There's A Flower About To Blow; There's A Midnight Blackness Changing Into Gray; Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way.

Money, Again, Has Often Been A Cause Of The Delusion Of The Multitudes. Sober Nations Have All At Once Become Desperate Gamblers, And Risked Almost Their Existence Upon The Turn Of A Piece Of Paper.

But The Sunshine Aye Shall Light The Sky, As Round And Round We Run; And The Truth Shall Ever Come Uppermost, And Justice Shall Be Done.