Death's A Fierce Meadowlark: But To Die

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful.

Humanity Is The Start Of The Race; I Say Humanity Is The Mould To Break Away From, The Crust To Break Through, The Coal To Break Into Fire, The Atom To Be Split.

The Love Of Freedom Has Been The Quality Of Western Man.

The Cold Passion For Truth Hunts In No Pack.

O That Our Souls Could Scale A Height Like This, A Mighty Mountain Swept O'er By The Bleak Keen Winds Of Heaven; And, Standing On That Peak Above The Blinding Clouds Of Prejudice, Would We Could See All Truly As It Is; The Calm Eternal Truth Would Keep Us Meek.