The One Thing Finished In This Hasty

Freedom Is The Only Law Which Genius Knows.

But Life Is Sweet, Though All That Makes It Sweet. Lessen Like Sound Of Friends Departing Feet; And Death Is Beautiful As Feet Of Friend. Coming With Welcome At Our Journey's End.

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

To Put More Faith In Lies And Hate Than Truth And Love, Is The True Atheism.

Count Me O'er Earth's Chosen Heroes, - They Were Souls That Stood Alone, While The Men They Agonized For Hurled The Contumelious Stone, Stood Serene, And Down The Future Saw The Golden Beam Incline To The Side Of Perfect Justice, Mastered By Their Faith Divine, By One Man's Plain Truth To Manhood And To God's Supreme Design.