What Is Death To Me? I Have

I Don't See Why I Should Bow My Head When I Could Hold It High, Or Place It In The Hands Of My Enemies When I Can Defeat Them.

I Believe In Revelation, But Not In Revelation Which Each Religion Claims To Possess, But In The Living Revelation Which Surrounds Us On Every Side - Mighty, Eternal, Unceasing, Incorruptible, Clear, Distinct, Universal As Is The Being From Whom It Proceeds, In That Revelation Which Speaks To Us And Penetrates Us From The Moment We Are Born Until We Die.

Hold High The Brow Serene, O Youth, Where Now You Stand; Let The Bright Sheen Of Your Grace Be Seen, Fair Hope Of My Fatherland!

To The Questioning Glance Of Love, As It Flashes Out And Then Conceals Itself, Speech Has No Reply; The Smile, The Kiss, The Sigh Answer.

But Because Their Ancestors Were Men Of Righteousness, Shall We Consent To The Abuses Of Their Degenerate Descendants? Because They Did Us A Great Good, Would We Be Guilty If We Prevented Them From Doing Us Evil?