Though Old The Thought And Oft Exprest,

A Marciful Providunce Fashioned Us Holler O' Purpose Thet We Might Our Principles Swaller.

Here Was A Type Of The True Elder Race, And One Of Plutarch's Men Talked With Us Face To Face.

It Is Right Precious To Behold The First Long Surf Of Climbing Light Flood All The Thirsty East With Gold.

They Enslave Their Children's Children Who Make Compromise With Sin.

At The Devil's Booth Are All Things Sold. Each Ounce Of Dross Costs Its Ounce Of Gold.