In The Gain Or Loss Of One

Count Me O'er Earth's Chosen Heroes, - They Were Souls That Stood Alone, While The Men They Agonized For Hurled The Contumelious Stone, Stood Serene, And Down The Future Saw The Golden Beam Incline To The Side Of Perfect Justice, Mastered By Their Faith Divine, By One Man's Plain Truth To Manhood And To God's Supreme Design.

O Visionary World, Condition Strange, Where Naught Abiding Is But Only Change.

Not Only Around Our Infancy Doth Heaven With All Its Splendors Lie; Daily, With Souls That Cringe And Plot, We Sinais Climb And Know It Not.

Communism Means Barbarism.

No Man Can Produce Great Things Who Is Not Thoroughly Sincere In Dealing With Himself.