The Laws Of A State Change With

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.

Self-will In The Man Who Does Not Reckon Wisely Is By Itself The Weakest Of All Things.

Justice, Voiceless, Unseen, Seeth Thee When Thou Sleepest And When Thou Goest Forth And When Thou Liest Down. Continually Doth She Attend Thee, Now Aslant Thy Course, Now At A Later Time. These Lines Are From A Section Of Doubtful Or Spurious Fragments.