The Traitor To Humanity Is

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

It Is Right Precious To Behold The First Long Surf Of Climbing Light Flood All The Thirsty East With Gold.

This Goin' Ware Glory Waits Ye Haint One Agreeable Feetur.

Life Seems A Jest Of Fate's Contriving.

This Imputation Of Inconsistency Is One To Which Every Sound Politician And Every Honest Thinker Must Sooner Or Later Subject Himself. The Foolish And The Dead Alone Never Change Their Opinion.