How Sweet I Roamed From

A Dog Starv'd At The Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State. A Horse Misus'd Upon The Road Calls To Heaven For Human Blood. Each Outcry Of The Hunted Hare A Fibre From The Brain Does Tear, A Skylark Wounded On The Wing, A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.

Children Of The Future Age Reading This Indignant Page Know That In A Former Time Love, Sweet Love, Was Thought A Crime

As We Are, So We See.

The Ignorant Insults Of Individuals Will Not Hinder Me From Doing My Duty To My Art