Not One Man, In The Million, Shall

Very Early, I Knew That The Only Object In Life Was To Grow.

With The Intellect I Always Have Always Shall Overcome, But That Is Not The Half Of The Work. The Life, The Life Oh My God! Shall The Life Never Be Sweet!

I Fear I Have Not One Good Word To Say This Fair Morning, Though The Sun Shines So Encouragingly On The Distant Hills And Gentle River And The Trees Are In Their Festive Hues. I Am Not Festive, Though Contented. When Obliged To Give Myself To The Prose Of Life, As I Am On This Occasion Of Being Established In A New Home I Like To Do The Thing, Wholly And Quite, - To Weave My Web For The Day Solely From The Grey Yarn.

I Know Of No Inquiry Which The Impulses Of Man Suggests That Is Forbidden To The Resolution Of Man To Pursue.

Tremble Not Before The Free Man, But Before The Slave Who Has Chains To Break.