Time Makes Ancient Good Uncouth.

And The Choice Goes By Forever 'twixt That Darkness And That Light.

An Appeal To The Reason Of The People Has Never Been Known To Fail In The Long Run.

Stories Now, To Suit A Public Taste, Must Be Half Epigram, Half Pleasant Vice.

Over Our Manhood Bend The Skies; Against Our Fallen And Traitor Lives The Great Winds Utter Prophecies; With Our Faint Hearts The Mountain Strives, Its Arms Outstretched, The Druid Wood Waits With Its Benedicite And To Our Age’s Drowsy Blood Still Shouts The Inspiring Sea.

It May Be Conjectured That It Is Cheaper In The Long Run To Lift Men Up Than To Hold Them Down, And That The Ballot In Their Hands Is Less Dangerous To Society Than A Sense Of Wrong Is In Their Heads.