Light Is The Symbol Of Truth.

The Rich Man's Sons Inherits Cares; The Bank May Break, The Factory Burn, A Breath May Burst His Bubble Shares, And Soft, White Hands Could Hardly Earn A Living That Would Serve His Turn.

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

Life Seems A Jest Of Fate's Contriving.

Tyrants Are But The Spawn Of Ignorance, Begotten By The Slaves They Trample On.

In Vain We Call Old Notions Fudge, And Bend Our Conscience To Our Dealing; The Ten Commandments Will Not Budge, And Stealing Will Continue Stealing.