In Vain We Build The

There Is No True Liberty For The Individual Except As He Finds It In The Liberty Of All. There Is No True Security For The Individual Except As He Finds It In The Security For All.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

For All Your Days Be Prepared, And Meet Them Ever Alike. When You Are The Anvil, Bear - When You Are The Hammer, Strike.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.

Lincoln, The Man Of The People