The Blind Must Not Only Be Fed

I Have Seen Him In The Watchfires Of A Hundred Circling Camps They Have Builded Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps, I Have Read His Righteous Sentence By The Dim And Flaring Lamps, His Day Is Marching On.

In The Nature Of Things, I Must Soon Lose Sight Of This Sense Of Constant Metamorphosis Whose Limits Bound Our Human Life.

I Am Confirmed In My Division Of Human Energies. Ambitious People Climb, But Faithful People Build.

As Men Have Often Forsaken The Plough And The Anvil At The Summons Of War, Let Women Now Leave All That May Be Left Of Home For A Great And Earnest Day Of Counsel. Let Them Meet First, As Women, To Bewail And Commemorate The Dead. Let Them Solemnly Take Counsel With Each Other As To The Means Whereby The Great Human Family Can Live In Peace.

Marriage, Like Death, Is A Debt We Owe To Nature.