Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart,

The Still Small Voice Is Wanted.

Some Write A Narrative Of Wars And Feats, Of Heroes Little Known, And Call The Rant A History.

Just Knows, And Knows No More, Her Bible True,- A Truth The Brilliant Frenchman Never Knew.

Fate Steals Along With Silent Tread, Found Oftenest In What Least We Dread; Frowns In The Storm With Angry Brow, But In The Sunshine Strikes The Blow.

Remorse Begets Reform.