Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

Let Her (truth) And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse In A Free And Open Encounter?

Th'invention All Admir'd, And Each, How He To Be Th'inventor Miss'd; So Easy It Seem'd Once Found, Which Yet Unfound Most Would Have Thought Impossible.

Yet I Argue Not Against Heav'n's Hand Or Will, Nor Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.