Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love

Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray Flits The Shade Of Power.

Which Cheers The Sad, Revives The Old, Inspires The Young, Makes Weariness Forget His Toil, And Fear Her Danger; Opens A New World When This, The Present, Palls.

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

It Is Useless To Tell One Not To Reason But To Believe; You Might As Well Tell A Man Not To Wake But Sleep.

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?