Do You Hear The People Sing? Singing

There Is A Spectacle More Grand Than The Sea; It Is Heaven; There Is A Spectacle More Grand Than Heaven; It Is The Conscience.

. . .where There Is No More Hope, Song Remains.

Every Day Has Its Great Grief Or Its Small Anxiety. ... One Cloud Is Dispelled, Another Forms. There Is Hardly One Day In A Hundred Of Real Joy And Bright Sunshine.

To Contemplate Is To Look At Shadows.

How Frightened Hypocrisy Hastens To Defend Itself.