It Is A Light Thing For Whoever

By Time And Age Full Many Things Are Taught.

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.