I Loved My Country, And I Hated

When Falls The Coliseum, Rome Shall Fall; And When Rome Falls--the World.

The Christian Has Greatly The Advantage Of The Unbeliever, Having Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose.

But What Is Hope? Nothing But The Paint On The Face Of Existence; The Least Touch Of Truth Rubs It Off, And Then We See What A Hollow-cheeked Harlot We Have Got Hold Of.

My Hair Is Grey, But Not With Years, Nor Grew It White In A Single Night, As Men's Have Grown From Sudden Fears.

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!