That out of sight is out of mind is true of most we leave behind.
A world where nothing is had for nothing.
Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?
Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat.
It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.