I Am Only One But Still I

Ever The Characteristic Manners Of Cowardice.

You Shall Not Pile, With Servile Toil, Your Monuments Upon My Breast, Nor Yet Within The Common Soil, Lay Down The Wreck Of Power To Rest...

Though A Hundred Crooked Paths May Conduct To A Temporary Success, The One Plain And Straight Path Of Public And Private Virtue Can Alone Lead To A Pure And Lasting Fame And The Blessings Of Posterity.

Let A Nation's Fervent Thanks Make Some Amends For The Toils And Sufferings Of Those Who Survive.

We Have Now In Our Possession Three Instruments Of Civilization, Unknown To Antiquity. These Are The Art Of Printing; Free Representative Government; And, Lastly, A Pure And Spiritual Religion, The Deep Fountain Of Generous Enthusiasm, The Mighty Spring Of Bold And Lofty Designs, The Great Sanctuary Of Moral Power.