The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

In Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight Sheds On Half The Nations, And With Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

Knowledge Cannot Defile, Nor Consequently The Books, If The Will And Conscience Be Not Defiled.

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

There Is Nothing That Making Men Rich And Strong But That Which They Carry Inside Of Them. True Wealth Is Of The Heart, Not Of The Hand.

There Swift Return Diurnal, Merely To Officiate Light Round This Opacous Earth, This Punctual Spot.