Detested Sport, That Owes Its

All We Behold Is Miracle.

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.

No One Was Ever Scolded Out Of Their Sins.

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.

But Poverty, With Most Who Whimper Forth Their Long Complaints, Is Self-inflicted Woe; The Effect Of Laziness, Or Sottish Write.