I Am About To Be

For Through The South The Custom Still Commands The Gentleman To Kiss The Lady's Hands.

Man Marks The Earth With Ruin - His Control Stops With The Shore.

Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind! Brightest In Dungeons, Liberty! Thou Art, For There Thy Habitation Is The Heart-- The Heart Which Love Of Thee Alone Can Bind; And When Thy Sons To Fetters Are Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.

When Bishop Berkeley Said "there Was No Matter." And Proved It--'t Was No Matter What He Said.

Truth Is A Gem That Is Found At A Great Depth; Whilst On The Surface Of The World All Things Are Weighed By The False Scale Of Custom.