Skins May Differ, But Affection

I Venerate The Man Whose Heart Is Warm, Whose Hands Are Pure, Whose Doctrine And Whose Life, Coincident, Exhibit Lucid Proof That He Is Honest In The Sacred Cause.

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half The World Like Him Was Possessed.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow.

But Slaves That Once Conceive The Glowing Thought Of Freedom, In That Hope Itself Possess All That The Contest Calls For; Spirit, Strength, The Scorn Of Danger, And United Hearts, The Surest Presage Of The Good They Seek.