Did I follow Truth wherever she led, And stand against the whole world for a cause, And uphold the weak against the strong? If I did I would be remembered among men.

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.

This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart, And his drawl, and his infinite paradox And his sadness, and kindness, And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.

It takes life to love life.

He stripped off the armor of institutional friendships To dedictate his soul To the terrible deities of Truth and Beauty.

The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, why fiddle you must, for all your life.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.