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Conscience Is The Pulse Of Reason

Ah! From The Soul Itself Must Issue Forth A Light, A Glory, A Fair Luminous Cloud Enveloping The Earth And From The Soul Itself Must There Be Sent A Sweet And Potent Voice, Of Its Own Birth Of All Sweet Sounds The Life And Element!

A Court Has No Right To Strain The Law Because It Causes Hardship.

I Look'd To Heav'n, And Try'd To Pray; But Or Ever A Prayer Had Gusht, A Wicked Whisper Came And Made My Heart As Dry As Dust.

The Juggle Of Sophistry Consists, For The Most Part, In Using A Word In One Sense In All The Premises, And In Another Sense In The Conclusion.