Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace

How Vast A Memory Has Love!

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confess, Some Are And Must Be Greater Than The Rest.

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.

But Just Disease To Luxury Succeeds, And Ev'ry Death Its Own Avenger Breeds.

There Are Certain Times When Most People Are In A Disposition Of Being Informed, And 'tis Incredible What A Vast Good A Little Truth Might Do, Spoken In Such Seasons.