That Low Vice, Curiosity!

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow? By Their Right Arms The Conquest Must Be Wrought?

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.

The Heart Will Break, But Broken Live On.