Tyranny Is Always Weakness

Winds Wanders, And Dews Drip Earthward; Rains Fall, Suns Rise And Set; Earth Whirls, And All But To Prosper A Poor Little Violet.

And The Poorest Twig On The Elm-tree Was Ridged Inch Deep With Pearl.

And The Choice Goes By Forever 'twixt That Darkness And That Light.

Old Events Have Modern Meanings; Only That Survives Of Past History Which Finds Kindred In All Hearts And Lives.

They Have Rights Who Dare Maintain Them.