Sad Patience, Too Near Neighbour

Weary Of Myself, And Sick Of Asking What I Am, And What I Ought To Be, At This Vessel's Prow I Stand, Which Bears Me Forwards, Forwards, O'er The Starlit Sea.

Children Of Men! The Unseen Power, Whose Eye Forever Doth Accompany Mankind, Hath Look'd On No Religion Scornfully That Men Did Ever Find.

Creep Into Thy Narrow Bed, Creep, And Let No More Be Said!

But Thou, My Son, Study To Make Prevail One Colour In Thy Life, The Hue Of Truth.

History - A Vast Mississippi Of Falsehoods