Never Was It Given To Mortal Man

And More Than Echoes Talk Along The Walls.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

For Forms Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right.

And Not A Vanity Is Given In Vain.

While I Live, No Rich Or Noble Knave Shall Walk The World In Credit To His Grave.