They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.