Lights Of The World, And

Strange As It May Seem, The Most Ludicrous Lines I Ever Wrote Have Been Written In The Saddest Mood.

Events Of All Sorts Creep Or Fly Exactly As God Pleases.

My Soul Is Sick With Every Day's Report Of Wrong And Outrage With Which Earth Is Filled.

The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word And Brings The Truth To Sight.

Ten Thousand Casks, Forever Dribbling Out Their Base Contents, Touch'd By The Midas Finger Of The State, Bleed Gold For Ministers To Sport Away. Drink, And Be Mad Then; 'tis Your Country Bids!