Ere The Blabbing Eastern Scout,

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

With Diadem And Sceptre High Advanced, The Lower Still I Fall; Only Supreme In Misery; Such Joy Ambition Finds.

Yet Hold It More Humane, More Heav'nly, First, By Winning Words To Conquer Willing Hearts, And Make Persuasion Do The Work Of Fear.

No Institution Which Does Not Continually Test Its Ideals, Techniques And Measure Of Accomplishment Can Claim Real Vitality.