Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Pride - Lord Of Human Kind

The People's Prayer, The Glad Diviner's Theme, The Young Men's Vision, And The Old Men's Dream!

What Precious Drops Are Those, Which Silently Each Other's Track Pursue, Bright As Young Diamonds In Their Faint Dew?

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.

Affability, Mildness, Tenderness, And A Word Which I Would Fain Bring Back To Its Original Signification Of Virtue,--i Mean Good-nature,--are Of Daily Use; They Are The Bread Of Mankind And Staff Of Life.