An Arrow May Fly Through

There Is Scarcely An Occurrence In Nature Which, Happening At A Certain Time, Is Not Looked Upon By Some Persons As A Prognosticator Either Of Good Or Evil. The Latter Are In The Greatest Number, So Much More Ingenious Are We In Tormenting Ourselves Than In Discovering Reasons For Enjoyment In The Things That Surround Us.

There's A Fount About To Stream, There's A Light About To Beam, There's A Warmth About To Glow, There's A Flower About To Blow; There's A Midnight Blackness Changing Into Gray; Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way.

He Who Has Mingled In The Fray Of Duty That The Brave Endure, Must Have Made Foes. If You Have None, Small Is The Work That You Have Done.

In Reading The History Of Nations, We Find That, Like Individuals, They Have Their Whims And Their Peculiarities, Their Seasons Of Excitement And Recklessness, When They Care Not What They Do. We Find That Whole Communities Suddenly Fix Their Minds Upon One Object And Go Mad In Its Pursuit; That Millions Of People Become Simultaneously Impressed With One Delusion, And Run After It, Till Their Attention Is Caught By Some New Folly More Captivating Than The First.

But The Sunshine Aye Shall Light The Sky, As Round And Round We Run; And The Truth Shall Ever Come Uppermost, And Justice Shall Be Done.