The Cistern Contains: The Fountain

In Every Cry Of Every Man, In Every Infant's Cry Of Fear, In Every Voice, In Every Ban, The Mind-forg'd Manacles I Hear.

Always Be Ready To Speak Your Mind, And A Base Man Will Avoid You.

And We Are Put On Earth A Little Space, That We May Learn To Bear The Beams Of Love.

Every Night And Every Morn Some To Misery Are Born. Every Morn And Every Night Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

I Was In A Printing-house In Hell, And Saw The Method In Which Knowledge Is Transmitted From Generation To Generation.