Heaven Grant Us Patience With A Man

Once There Was The People - Terror Gave It Birth.

Our Loves Are Not Given, But Only Lent, At Compound Interest Of Cent Per Cent.

No Doubt But Ye Are The People - Absolute, Strong And Wise; Whatever Your Hear Has Desired Ye Have Not Withheld From Your Eyes. On Your Own Heads, In Your Own Hands, The Sin And The Saving Lies!

Be Slow To Judge For We Know Little Of What Has Been Done And Nothing Of What Has Been Resisted.

Let All Who Build Beware The Load, The Shock, The Pressure Material Can Bear. So, When The Buckled Girder Lets Down The Grinding Span, The Blame Of Loss, Or Murder, Is Laid Upon The Man. Not On The Stuff - The Man!