How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach?

The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.