Tell me, ye wingรจd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?
Charles MackayBut the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.
Charles MackayAn arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.
Charles Mackay