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When The Divine Artist Would Produce A Poem, He Plants A Germ Of It In A Human Soul, And Out Of That Soul The Poem Springs And Grows As From The Rose-tree The Rose.

There Are Times In The History Of Men And Nations, When They Stand So Near The Vale That Separates Mortals From The Immortals, Time From Eternity, And Men From Their God, That They Can Almost Hear The Beatings, And Feel The Pulsations Of The Heart Of The Infinite.

Mankind Have Been Slow To Believe That Order Reigns In The Universe-that The World Is A Cosmos And A Chaos.

The Separation Of Church And State In Everything Relating To Taxation Should Be Absolute.

For Mere Vengeance I Would Do Nothing. This Nation Is Too Great To Look For Mere Revenge. But For Security Of The Future I Would Do Every Thing.