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I Love Agitation And Investigation And Glory In Defending Unpopular Truth Against Popular Error.

The World's History Is A Divine Poem, Of Which The History Of Every Nation Is A Canto, And Every Man A Word. Its Strains Have Been Pealing Along Down The Centuries, And Though There Have Been Mingled The Discords Of Warring Cannon And Dying Men, Yet To The Christian Philosopher And Historian - The Humble Listener - There Has Been A Divine Melody Running Through The Song Which Speaks Of Hope And Halcyon Days To Come.

Heroes Did Not Make Our Liberties; They But Reflected And Illustrated Them.

Individuals May Wear For A Time The Glory Of Our Institutions, But They Carry It Not To The Grave With Them. Like Raindrops From Heaven, They May Pass Through The Circle Of The Shining Bow And Add To Its Luster; But When They Have Sunk In The Earth Again, The Proud Arch Still Spans The Sky And Shines Gloriously On.

My God! What Is There In This Place That A Man Should Ever Want To Get Into It?