The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

My Will Is Mine...i Shall Not Make It Soft For You.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

Take Courage; Pain's Extremity Soon Ends.