Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind! Brightest In Dungeons, Liberty! Thou Art, For There Thy Habitation Is The Heart-- The Heart Which Love Of Thee Alone Can Bind; And When Thy Sons To Fetters Are Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.

I Am So Changeable, Being Everything By Turns And Nothing Long - Such A Strange Melange Of Good And Evil.

War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even To The Knife!"

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me.