For What Were All These Country Patriots

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

It Is Not One Man Nor A Million, But The Spirit Of Liberty That Must Be Preserved. The Waves Which Dash Upon The Shore Are, One By One, Broken, But The Ocean Conquers Nevertheless. It Overwhelms The Armada, It Wears Out The Rock. In Like Manner, Whatever The Struggle Of Individuals, The Great Cause Will Gather Strength.

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

Ah, Nut-brown Partridges! Ah, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.