From A Just Fraud God Turneth Not

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.