Many Miles Away There's A Shadow On

Who, Noteless As The Race From Which He Sprung, Saved Others' Names, But Left His Own Unsung.

See Yonder Rock From Which The Fountain Gushes; Is It Less Compact Of Adamant, Though Waters Flow From It? Firm Hearts Have Moister Eyes.

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.

Will Future Ages Believe That Such Stupid Bigotry Ever Existed!

Love Will Subsist On Wonderfully Little Hope But Not Altogether Without It.