If A Man Goes A Little Too

We Cannot Reform Our Forefathers.

Our Impartiality Is Kept For Abstract Merit And Demerit, Which None Of Us Ever Saw.

O The Anguish Of That Thought That We Can Never Atone To Our Dead For The Stinted Affection We Gave Them, For The Light Answers We Returned To Their Plaints Or Their Pleadings, For The Little Reverence We Showed To That Sacred Human Soul That Lived So Close To Us, And Was The Divinest Thing God Had Given Us To Know!

Alas! The Scientific Conscience Had Got Into The Debasing Company Of Money Obligation And Selfish Respects.

It Is Strange How Deeply Colours Seem To Penetrate One, Like Scent.