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On Earth, Discord! A Gloomy Heaven Above, Opening Her Jealous Gates To The Nineteen Thousandth Part Of The Tithe Of Mankind! And Below, An Inescapable & Inexorable Hell, Expanding Its Leviathan Jaws For The Vast Residue Of Mortals!

The Fear O' Hell's A Hangman's Whip To Haud The Wretch In Order; But Where Ye Feel Your Honour Grip, Let That Aye Be Your Border.

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!

Nature's Law, That Man Was Made To Mourn. Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn! O Death, The Poor Man's Dearest Friend, The Kindest And The Best!

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!